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6 M% J; @9 V ? ~) [$ d4 }! j9 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " }$ O9 u; f9 i# y) P' k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + b. O+ U( t3 m" n: B8 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 L! H! O" ?: s2 h+ s8 A4 K r1 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # i1 {/ i# d+ |6 c5 y# i! Q9 i3 @' o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ?8 I, V X0 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- r V& \) N5 nHow you tried to set them free,
6 ~6 b: J2 n% { s5 Z6 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . y$ w7 H& H1 \5 }- g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 X. {7 T' r/ z4 L- w* \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, i$ p3 L2 k8 L" h2 t2 \& SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # k7 O5 Q7 e. f# S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 z" w( I4 R' e* l FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 P% B7 c, b3 y! B" Y5 e$ \' G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h, ?% p' U4 S7 p' o/ S6 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 |! D" A) ~+ F N; H( K8 ~7 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, . {3 a" i1 ^& t. ~+ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S+ w1 N8 n1 P6 N+ w. Y7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( i1 z* j* i& RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* b* _% {/ I7 j NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . A+ a8 J6 P: ^: T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & A5 F# {9 D+ n r) {- h
How you suffered for you sanity,; Y$ A: @7 ?$ _2 l9 |
How you tried to set them free,
6 \7 l3 {$ x# e+ zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 c4 R1 Q8 P5 f7 x- b& S2 J& o
Perhaps they never will. |
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