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1 f& |) F! {8 S0 L* @+ \- Z3 l8 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 m' F7 y- a- v# v n0 B2 O9 |3 w& aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
\$ M6 R& M) A2 k; [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! N9 z) l5 W2 q2 N) B: }+ `3 j: Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) U; C" O' \5 j6 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ m1 B' v; D/ IHow you suffered for you sanity, & q3 h1 x* M8 O. k9 V* [; o5 W. [
How you tried to set them free, ! C( Q6 l2 S6 K% k1 B5 a' |' @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j3 U( ?# W' r- ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) }# S( n2 G( I7 e4 p- r; Z1 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ y: S( f7 T& n# P0 X$ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * r r: k. S" ^9 t( o4 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 `. @5 }) i; m) WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / I( d) T" Y3 J. O) f4 Y9 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 z( X6 b7 f2 i9 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- p6 {% R' U' B% \But I could have told you, Vincent,
% k% {1 u: n! R5 C, G; z$ {8 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 S9 `0 w: o4 J7 g a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ^1 w/ a/ Z5 q! V$ g: ?& `# m" e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 M! d; B" S [0 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' D; I$ L* N. d: ]' |, FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; u) v; x; t( M% E& ]( r1 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: F# W/ x/ J4 m; p, p2 t' J. ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ r1 p3 O* s1 v2 S. M2 PHow you tried to set them free,
h& a2 l& H: A- Q" ]$ _" P# T" {They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 S5 f4 H" s9 _7 B) ?3 mPerhaps they never will. |
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