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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) K h8 I0 F0 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + [7 b9 |* D2 ]- o _2 G6 G$ \* x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Y1 s+ O1 W# A8 N! W% A F; LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ^& _% a7 T2 c7 Y& w2 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) b. Q5 g+ R3 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
l6 H1 N7 _9 g1 J: ~3 IHow you tried to set them free, $ U, Y0 q+ \2 ^& L9 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 r' S: N) }- u9 d* e0 K) xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 l" ]2 S% [( E, U: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& n- Y! ^* q* i1 V! o" n9 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) D/ |" O' z8 }8 s0 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 A$ P( L, n( A7 s% ^# ~/ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Q V- ]' K) }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 `( a' J3 [+ ^1 u% V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * a5 G* N! u( n. s( x6 [0 C$ y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ n, P4 z; P0 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - g+ w* H* c2 q( O+ f k0 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " s' M- Y8 y8 [, P* I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ E4 J% ]! e6 q' U7 ]8 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & X5 j/ E& X7 ?$ b5 K4 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 }# ~: D# { Y' r4 H5 |# NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 {# s4 N5 {5 U+ B
How you suffered for you sanity,! _$ ?5 h+ b3 [+ d) G
How you tried to set them free, - N, f. t0 m* M# @# B& I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 F3 y' A* U7 P1 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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