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* ^8 v V3 x/ IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 r8 y* c* M" ~8 v6 ^ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! M+ ?! t1 d1 v3 @0 x( i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: V2 v: V8 E# A# |& PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' o9 U7 m% C5 L0 _- [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( V3 S( f/ Z0 ^( p9 e. H
How you suffered for you sanity, ( P( J' [+ |) l7 Q+ k" J
How you tried to set them free, / u) s2 h2 q1 a! U9 l5 n4 t- _9 d: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ C7 z3 E0 i* P) e* n/ o0 K( FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% z- T- \" t* }1 M7 R- SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) z8 M& b! ] a e' wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : u m' }! ^: h5 U+ e0 j
Weathered 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, # y' ?) W8 ~, J! y$ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , I% C$ _5 S5 W4 L. V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' w2 b5 {# x9 @4 f' Z( w; P+ t1 Y# jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S5 c; N+ t e' d2 p) W5 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 [6 N" W9 L7 g$ u# ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * b8 c, A9 z1 t3 X# K1 L4 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: w! b/ c% g8 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' U. b2 z/ U* y$ }1 q7 t1 h+ ~, y ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 y' d/ @: t: OHow you suffered for you sanity,3 R" G" l, S$ ~# A$ K- u2 k+ W7 |8 s$ O
How you tried to set them free,
& `2 H$ B4 r I- ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
. h: m& L% a7 i) s1 U2 ~, n/ jPerhaps they never will. |
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