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- o9 M- X1 B/ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: }; ^2 j9 m1 e! j* J+ O( [/ h$ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 N: Q+ ^0 ?2 E6 S# n2 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 g( K- M0 j: n3 ~# H2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 z! c- Z6 d1 u# [* w. Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D% P" {2 D3 `) M) ~8 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
, R) U* d3 C' M$ Y& j w5 T/ yHow you tried to set them free,
6 p/ F, k. W* q( ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ m- L) j5 c. F( d" S9 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 }/ S; t: r0 ~5 c% iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 a7 I8 Z/ {% u; r: ~$ y: l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ n! g+ s3 z+ d+ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) m+ p) A+ t+ CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ V3 }6 Q( Y3 W' k( Q* L- [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 [5 o% j* `& K: h6 Y1 _5 xBut I could have told you, Vincent, * i" x$ V m. d3 E1 b; p* x% B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ^5 M0 N6 U5 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 W Z) h" V/ v' y$ e, }# OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ]6 ?' f/ G2 m" f' D% V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 b0 g, A6 @0 g9 P% [* @# U. ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! l+ ]+ A& T# A1 F
How you suffered for you sanity,0 p1 `& R4 s9 G7 i( w- Y
How you tried to set them free,
5 E$ b& {5 }; R/ eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ?7 P* ~' `5 ~- h, \
Perhaps they never will. |
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