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6 ]9 B6 @" S% q6 w* S& {. lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. u! J8 x& f, l3 G; M& Y* iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* h. j; A% T {+ X- }* i5 ?3 c. cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 B+ `) a3 F. `- z" y8 }% i7 W* U, @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Y2 |2 X1 y/ L* _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ~% Z- y' p6 O7 y! }2 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ^. ^3 N4 [, B4 N e2 `How you tried to set them free,
; S' ~+ |, a% ], x$ O, ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ]: ^# h% R* A4 ~* N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Q. H: ^# ?% I' F+ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R% x$ }1 \) i1 m" a F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ~% e4 [# O8 ~( ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( a2 D' E+ t p) v) O) q; ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! f6 {- o9 g0 m* K: P$ x+ i6 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F0 f1 E4 r4 U. _+ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 b0 v) A: ^4 }* y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 }+ e& h$ A x' x! n9 J* {/ _2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
W- n' t F- s1 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 \# e7 b) D8 i& O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, l! p1 [8 t3 H: r4 cThe 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, / _* I7 j3 V! l
How you suffered for you sanity,
Z, z/ Q, s; ]& CHow you tried to set them free, 0 v, e9 a6 Q/ c$ G4 t O$ G
They would not listen they're not listening still, - m) p- ]: i) ?: T
Perhaps they never will. |
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