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' I4 l! Z/ }+ J1 q1 ?& L2 y6 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - M% W7 b7 ]* K# @( }0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 b2 @& q: l$ F0 @/ J' M6 G- BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 e% K- F* x( w) F a1 T: a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ z! S# ^/ }: ~" g5 u. z- X: GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# t* G" U) d$ ^9 P, y# v& X
How you suffered for you sanity,
' I4 a8 e( W3 d' C1 U7 aHow you tried to set them free, 4 w* N" I5 U, z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* M g- {8 d" M) @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' C* r0 v K5 ]& v0 Q' ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 T+ x8 M' Y# R8 y/ Q: q2 x& j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% F% M& b5 Q% HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ~2 m* z+ Z Z* F- q9 m8 a2 z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ c9 ?1 I' \ W/ e! l7 s6 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' P) m& ^! h. U, J$ ^5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" F; _1 g4 f: R0 O9 L; iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 I( x1 F& Q- q# f. l y3 S3 k6 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 C& l7 m. m5 M' t9 l6 R5 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 F( [/ ?' {0 f* Y2 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }. x" R6 V) G- A' P/ B B9 m- XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # E) l# I6 [6 ?- S
! k, Z) K( O5 M" `* hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : e! y- x& L, I& [2 v z
How you suffered for you sanity,
- |( _5 G7 O6 W9 H! g' aHow you tried to set them free, O- L6 L- w& }( h! `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' I( S$ x$ d" |+ r. W3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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