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# T, T0 }9 ?: q+ f4 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * y- j0 Y2 r w9 Q5 Z" c$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Q1 f# d5 [1 ^' n* o% AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 f% W! t; r3 {( O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) E: P# B% X' h+ @3 t) c& [( S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ w2 d1 K2 l: [% n; ~% L/ U. V- Y1 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, : c' ]: H" P! H4 I* D
How you tried to set them free,
( U+ p* s! M4 ~. ~. B" n% ~7 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 S+ G6 F% y9 @$ v! H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Z5 d) F3 F: B: d7 ^7 s! l6 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; q T5 \) F$ }+ \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ?( o- T# w+ f+ D; S2 @ N* ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % o7 F$ H) e4 K6 y; N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 _4 L5 h7 g; M7 v+ q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" X$ O" n; u4 w" G2 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" [0 [! @/ p) b1 v% y- L, k4 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, * ^" E8 w0 }9 c# R5 E, \8 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % S! I a+ J2 ?. M6 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 E. c0 I) M" l& F k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; T: V8 A3 b) }( \1 S( {8 Q8 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 N L. d3 M! Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 K5 r- j6 V* l- v3 W8 [+ JHow you suffered for you sanity,, Y8 M. [2 w, r3 e" D
How you tried to set them free,
: t, A7 s! w4 M; I5 A) D& x) bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; {) g+ x- T7 j0 j" qPerhaps they never will. |
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