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& _, q7 s5 G- i7 d, B' I' |2 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 d0 N$ z C) F; A$ z# g, fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % B" e' U' ^8 x6 D1 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 s8 V; S) \& h1 e+ K: f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 X# i7 }! O: p/ W1 g, zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& y$ \$ G. i/ _! T% }How you suffered for you sanity, ]) }( L! J4 A! ?8 p. W
How you tried to set them free, * o5 m+ H1 C) z/ ~- j) M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ f& W* o* Z0 w' @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 O3 |4 E1 _+ j% R1 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( u7 Z/ h6 K: R) y8 d/ V* I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) N1 l: S/ n A8 M9 I: w) P' u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' C& j1 X, Z$ \. @4 B$ P6 n, e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ~- Y; p U+ n4 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; D w) }1 g$ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 l; l5 Q( L- L( s) M2 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 S7 Z" i3 f& r# yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * M* M) I# f# n1 K3 l$ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / g9 M* K8 X5 z9 b% i) Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , {% T* L! G7 [+ o- ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i6 V- h6 ^. H3 V3 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. s$ b+ l, {" m3 a; p
' {1 f9 Z, i8 |" m! GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 a5 M- q# R/ ^ LHow you suffered for you sanity,6 s* \+ C, e0 b0 J/ x
How you tried to set them free, 5 {9 D: R2 u& [# O+ _& X8 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. N6 Q% Y3 Q( P0 }' K" qPerhaps they never will. |
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