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3 s* t( u+ _- {- pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p0 A' ^$ c* m& G( F. P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: T1 E) h+ U8 b( mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 \$ J$ K, n5 ~; YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + k3 t6 }4 g5 w! u7 M6 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M! V0 G; m( e Q- T6 B# L" O* M+ A4 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
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3 p$ |& R: c5 L9 i/ m0 a- p' t$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # |! S) |2 o, a3 n9 a$ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 o$ A* I' |# e9 ]5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 C& N2 E9 |) y* }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 `9 P8 p9 [/ k6 G5 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: _ ~! T* s; l% v. J, ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 I6 H/ h: U1 B" j% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ J m8 n/ Y1 d J% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) |, Y3 j# f" K1 t) K7 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 }( f0 m- L# @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . D$ r) Y, M- U
6 c5 B; V) f6 L! O& D1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 a" q$ E' `, L# |) F3 ^' H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) s1 Q4 j6 C! b) U- J' n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- i( V- w, H$ G5 V) q2 a) SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 y( n0 h4 \7 P3 W" yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) [- X. n5 k, S
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T+ v1 `% ^6 {6 u2 sHow you tried to set them free,
w6 Q/ l# O. w* _- u4 J/ n/ b, m% D1 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 j: X! H" }# v: i. Y+ XPerhaps they never will. |
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