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0 d7 e8 j% d/ R1 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 R" {% ?4 Z) G- E$ X! W; s8 A( y' l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# g, V, W; }1 {) N+ ]( ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% J1 A, R0 S. R+ P" E/ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# j* Z+ m2 M2 g% s2 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* d. j: [/ c! O6 P/ T, y( IHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 i3 U5 x7 w: n
How you tried to set them free,
C' {" D5 x R8 R2 [0 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " h0 A1 ^; q+ L) V9 W* W+ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ~& A, m2 p7 w, K" b+ S1 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' N. w4 g& `* e$ \7 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, m8 X7 h6 ~, FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - e+ K& u7 M' O) V( e$ _6 Q* e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 w" i; g2 b/ ^) R" l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, g! |( s# L2 E7 b6 f- kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ~+ S) Z: H& u3 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 s- w& M! U/ X' r# d# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) u% P/ {' l7 _* O* G9 G1 Z/ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) S9 x, b8 {: q. i5 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& u1 G& e9 Z1 v# c! @# pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- P/ V; e' x e& n- Y* NHow you suffered for you sanity,4 O$ s" g* i& m( F {: {, H
How you tried to set them free, ( b1 p5 k' b0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 E/ V7 s. x( f( {' H2 i- h
Perhaps they never will. |
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