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! d0 t. q) w$ a' a4 Z) }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ w% \/ d$ y% z; lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Q) @! p" F5 M5 L+ V8 f. U( f: e7 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 O/ b/ U# D5 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 G, H7 b- J4 V* L" ^5 R0 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 t$ L7 ~- F6 E+ ]" W6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 y, V( @, e! o" nHow you tried to set them free, . P+ o+ l8 R- ^0 D4 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # w$ R3 g! o k" `! o: c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D$ f; g& g8 v( l0 L3 C1 U+ B) jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ }0 [* i: s: K7 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) R4 ?5 i7 ~: M8 q# u; \2 gWeathered 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, " @* r5 v# O# i$ w7 U. c5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( G+ E' J3 C( }- XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . W d0 J& X$ o; d. k6 e2 A% I9 z U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 s) |7 ?# Z; f/ a% o. M4 r! I4 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ^. y$ t$ ^! \# g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 G2 T; l; s# C2 e) a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 v, a% m' ~, ]5 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 P# |- N8 S }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' W' g1 c5 K' B6 ?" H; O1 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ^, W1 t5 `0 D; P: _How you suffered for you sanity,
' q, N! V" \: g. ^$ B6 h9 HHow you tried to set them free,
, t& k1 x2 m1 i9 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, / g% O2 [3 u7 t h
Perhaps they never will. |
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