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x& ?; }8 X5 @8 Q }. D7 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) M0 Q3 _* H$ [% ~8 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 D: {; |3 z3 l. Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- w9 A4 m4 q6 d, E- CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' u+ e) \3 ?. O3 G" u. U" n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 Z0 F1 p8 m* Y" o% @9 C6 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 E/ Z8 X- M7 W( R; ]& h3 O
How you tried to set them free, ( r) Q0 E! ^( n4 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ]) r" F+ M- x, U& i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & b: y4 {# q7 w1 r0 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 W: n% E2 L. V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " p* o, N& |9 ^4 t+ _6 |- y+ @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 e- d" Y6 A& w" h" ]- mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ?; H# }4 ^1 |' u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! g L) _ R3 g: A! Q1 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 E4 [: q: {; \: i9 A2 T: y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 A* S) K6 M8 ^. j% }. ]/ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 w* D9 D% M6 `5 q) H4 a& X6 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 g2 z& T/ i% m mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 J0 |% M9 U( }0 I' S' x/ m+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # j- i; E+ G$ S0 @" Q) ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ y0 r6 D$ Y, I4 s& K. M- I7 VHow you tried to set them free, + x2 v4 X0 R |- y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, n1 a; w' e9 Q- PPerhaps they never will. |
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