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# f0 V# w& k+ J0 E& ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 z0 G; ~$ f: o- v7 i& @* c5 L; B2 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; s: ^# |( L) O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. }% @: X' Z; E$ J( V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 k6 W' h2 h! x& C i( T+ ^% u! z1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _" W% p$ k7 r4 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 \; l+ N9 I1 ^/ DHow you tried to set them free,
2 o5 o$ f) p# O+ Q( s2 d/ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ]! e6 W! q* T2 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Y% [* u7 R3 [! RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' f/ v% i0 V) L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * F( l. e8 g c+ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- X& c c' A3 H) F- ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 N! e$ K% S) q# {! ^% T0 o g- g8 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ s$ J& ^0 t/ t3 `" mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% a+ B; ?! E9 b, z% a1 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* f/ @1 a# k+ q( |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Y3 A# c( K8 A3 a$ j2 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Z. z$ ~- W _7 X9 P; T. A8 k: e% v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 r, P0 y, h" ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 z8 z- o r' K DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 v- r4 {7 b5 E U8 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . h* ^- T* S2 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
; y! q y' h: V+ H3 XHow you tried to set them free, ; \# O# ~0 v& u- N4 g, ^1 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ~, b$ t+ P6 D+ t/ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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