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j% G) N6 f8 O; u7 h% LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- D4 y% {7 @! R( A& dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ?/ c8 M3 S6 Y; Q. f$ w5 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 y! T( R( R2 M+ W2 P2 d; cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X6 R- v9 j( D# X6 y: ~! YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 c1 ?# d! E' |& j. p5 o- W
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 n) F8 b% x( Y; u
How you tried to set them free, 0 E) d, {3 s% ?: M5 F: k) D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 w# X5 ^7 [1 V: w. SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) J4 v9 M. y2 O2 J p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : c2 @- _- I9 I( C: a2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g# |: x7 K1 A* K* G% ^1 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 k, I- P0 H5 f% j0 x; R8 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 u* a9 T) ^+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 _1 k! Q2 c7 h# d5 Y* TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a+ F, Q4 B; X% ^9 c/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 j! U0 D" j' J% t4 b$ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & `- @" T L0 F; B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( x6 Q" a, e" p2 `" }9 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 I0 O: `0 P! g1 d6 ^9 G- ~The 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,
. R& s, C( [7 |How you suffered for you sanity,
3 D) U0 a7 r1 U8 Y1 dHow you tried to set them free, & [& U" p* D; @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ T A2 y0 c2 U: x3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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