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# \8 e: ]2 f, y9 x% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / S3 a) q, ?# B2 _6 U: S0 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" e2 q) y2 n# W7 }, K: IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 j6 [+ F8 @, |* M+ Z- b9 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' X; F3 z" m5 O4 ?. C3 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 g/ k0 Z( A! {. M9 T0 Y/ O _# {/ f" N
How you suffered for you sanity, # C5 j& l j, K& Q4 n/ A+ e' Y+ K/ H
How you tried to set them free, ' q% ~* I: B4 z4 z9 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 D0 `% y- s, E1 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m: S, |* S! X7 K& x: A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 N3 T t/ [7 M* W/ v6 W j8 @2 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + R/ X. Z( p' I$ h* v: D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 V8 Q& g& R1 Y, B0 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 A/ t5 M* b" o& j( v9 E* z+ k; h, U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Q5 P! l* n! C" W" UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! D) G8 N4 p _7 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" B5 l: \ d! g% V) g' GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& [3 l" e' i& m h# eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ N' f3 {- q6 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 i; Z, A6 B9 u( S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z5 L* @! f: |+ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 l- @% g% j9 x' X3 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
b( A* X$ N& g4 KHow you suffered for you sanity,) j0 D9 B$ I2 ]1 Z% N2 X* [
How you tried to set them free, # {0 E6 w! ?( x1 B0 }* E' U
They would not listen they're not listening still, / y* ~: v* @ H& z3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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