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/ E3 D( U# k# W$ X, B* S) [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 j$ T8 h( }0 X* w! K% C% n; \, U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 s N' n9 S5 {8 W; e/ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ O! m: z5 _9 O# O5 x# K8 J+ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 T. a# z! {9 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 D) u4 {3 M0 ?. d$ @
How you suffered for you sanity, ) k4 F- `! z! m* n! P" t6 a
How you tried to set them free, % J& W$ I4 x; v' z/ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 L' w: [0 @- n% L+ m* k6 ^( `# jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ _" h% ^: Z" M) d* u8 |; I" r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ?# f i) v) H8 a, V3 v y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h8 ? R& {5 {, j$ \5 b$ d1 ?5 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 N- N$ e& a, b9 {+ g& R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& V B g# `, v' `$ D3 d0 M" ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , i8 r) Z: B8 [' K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 H. h5 Z2 ?: Y. mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, M3 ?; k1 |3 t$ U x- |0 n% JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( x% M% O' \* t8 R D: }+ J" j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ^7 Z! \& O J X; }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) `' c9 s& X6 v% U9 l* P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) O5 @& Z6 e' q+ R: a6 K- }! [( N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; c( c2 @6 ~4 a- a; ~# P# ~4 @6 x5 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: r( J2 p; s8 H8 J( V* ~How you suffered for you sanity,! n4 s) b1 H. c6 T; B4 c
How you tried to set them free, ' X# m( D1 D# q( E0 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 i4 \6 W! }( i' d
Perhaps they never will. |
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