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4 b2 S0 ?* O& HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + w2 I3 V+ w) k3 \ M* M5 d: l6 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , X9 ]( V2 S$ x* ^' h1 k1 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! K! A/ e4 K* E! S5 }$ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ z+ y+ j! x4 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 B6 \; W6 ?1 \7 X( S/ t f, O. e
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a) [) F3 k/ ^* H# s# @How you tried to set them free, 7 A, ^3 F. g$ @" M$ i$ e/ ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 \3 N+ o1 k# c& DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ?' R5 A! @& s D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 N/ Z9 w: k" u: ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 y' a2 N: v X( hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w- U* T8 e6 F$ Q7 k/ x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 o6 k9 k5 P& X* B& lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ^/ m5 M6 A. N# X' X+ H- T/ VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 I3 ~% v3 v& V( e1 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; L' W Z, u% @7 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ]3 j; H1 b+ `8 ]; r, R5 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 k, u% V! E3 h* ?" e+ J! ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # h% l) i+ u$ a" K. \9 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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R! }; h# J2 G1 z$ X/ E6 g4 R. _; uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. _2 { V1 a1 H4 I" J) ^) ^How you suffered for you sanity,8 I* |( G6 u- v" C1 C8 I
How you tried to set them free,
: z8 D) Q+ x$ X! I$ MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! Q1 b/ Z0 Y7 yPerhaps they never will. |
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