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; [* i6 U6 \" r. r- g. dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! k* I- K/ P6 X7 ^1 V# O1 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # r; _: W4 F" c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% M; B. R: F! n2 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! P; b" i# l1 U) }. [4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q3 t8 k x ?' w
How you suffered for you sanity,
% h; w. U- b k: w8 YHow you tried to set them free,
% V, u7 ~/ [5 i1 _! KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ]! P7 Q! q1 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # a$ N8 P/ w* g! s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! d$ b9 M3 D! h9 C- K% HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ m/ ^; ~; F; D# v. Q: F7 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ~# I0 q2 v7 A0 x3 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 C. N1 {) T. r4 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 T5 J7 E7 D$ b# E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 }1 w3 X& }) i% p- sBut I could have told you, Vincent, * [' x9 v( R+ S1 W" I. ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 d# g& X% ^4 v+ |: HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * k5 L; h6 q- P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% O, o2 |2 y7 i/ o$ h9 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ~, E" X3 [. ]2 v# v( aThe 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, * {3 c( h) P: f9 o% d |& _; `
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 K p" i8 ]0 A. c: R( m5 _How you tried to set them free, 1 F5 U% F# q+ g5 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Q; i4 K( X7 K( o7 \Perhaps they never will. |
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