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" c1 }* j3 e( j; k) w2 S! Q3 _9 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
\5 L. J- b; H+ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ?/ I; {1 H& S# B1 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: j- E9 I |, j& B8 p# o" x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 x5 l6 f$ h8 M! p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 B* G0 e$ f; x$ |
How you suffered for you sanity, / n1 g# c1 N. D; j
How you tried to set them free,
* m0 j! j- H6 \1 Y- _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; j0 G0 B1 ]! p9 t0 K: A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v# G7 [# q, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 g" l% y& B6 R- c7 {, P+ V8 T( lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 z0 H6 m# i0 \) ~ {5 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 S! f4 g/ Z n5 k x7 ?% o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 c2 G/ n7 I$ M$ J% dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r* A! q5 b8 S \* y1 n6 S" wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h& t2 [1 @4 g( G/ S/ r' E2 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 z% m8 h; ^9 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 w8 o& _) Y; e9 i. V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 }4 H% z4 V7 z! B, x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 n7 t7 m2 }$ Y L. k |/ I. _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& S2 f, Z/ y. d3 H" a% ]# zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" ?$ f4 e% a6 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' b/ W1 E6 S/ W6 m g; d) @, RHow you suffered for you sanity,
; `3 X9 }( S$ Y0 zHow you tried to set them free, $ K" ]; f. A8 z' B& }; M! f
They would not listen they're not listening still, % c b6 t, f( c7 y7 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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