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+ |4 J. P! q, c# N) PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ^& f8 T2 L p2 M5 b8 h5 U% NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 }, I' A1 P) X9 W6 i a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 t! H2 i0 @2 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 A3 ^- c* e5 U8 A# P6 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 V6 X5 ?* z) E/ Y& z' b; |
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 n: t% T- ^2 o( a+ N- G8 h
How you tried to set them free,
a- w! f& f# p! |+ o. ^$ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' W- Z: X, x. D5 F# t6 a- hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - @* _& O1 t' M, n% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) h" [8 g5 q( o5 w# j+ d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 c( [$ U& U" N3 N* j, U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 [+ y. Z% v, Y( S2 ?, T0 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( o* B) K* s0 c7 c5 b% [% IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 j I z+ J: R3 u& qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 e; C7 Q% A# OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 i& s) L, L4 e. PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# N! n5 q6 o# jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # c5 J2 B3 @1 _7 z- }4 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 J& w3 V5 Q: N+ R) DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 W! X2 M, X; y9 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 Z" A+ [% _5 e4 A1 xHow you suffered for you sanity, A* y$ Z ]3 l) q( u
How you tried to set them free,
/ b1 ?& F5 N8 P; d& ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! J! o1 A1 G9 o, kPerhaps they never will. |
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