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2 u; _2 a7 y4 t U% M6 M7 N$ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " |+ ~# F+ c: O. M( F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e) n* Y& ^' t( _+ r) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* p) [# r0 Z; A$ Z4 Q6 g$ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 s/ k+ K. c6 j+ P! V" H3 [7 l0 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: R3 `/ u9 \% s- J7 v- b! {
How you suffered for you sanity, ' h- z" C6 J& ], c" i* i
How you tried to set them free, . G% {6 B% }4 Z1 \) ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) u" G0 p+ D. @+ L5 Z1 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 p+ A+ b4 y2 n5 b+ Y, ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ^% Z. W- F' @( h7 Z5 X; P( [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ w4 O4 X& c" r9 P# }' v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + y/ j* g+ l+ |' ? P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 [, [' o f* N9 U- `( A* a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 G0 x. D9 u1 U4 ~. UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, f4 J5 {0 c) ~% aBut I could have told you, Vincent, , M0 a# A) G+ R/ x; s: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 }# z5 z& Y8 O6 d! j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% }% T3 X# W% E9 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 q( @9 x2 o9 [. h! o, [4 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 ^9 K/ \% A4 y; \ l! i3 W. o- AThe 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, / c. p1 q) v0 ^) U1 L
How you suffered for you sanity,4 g* |! v, e0 }2 S+ \: g& o: I
How you tried to set them free, ( s$ T$ W+ v, z8 a5 c% k' K) N" y8 m0 l
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 R% ]4 _9 j9 D* |
Perhaps they never will. |
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