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3 i; t* R, g0 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% u$ ?1 @; v. ]7 F3 F/ i6 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) B3 Y9 ~" n; q8 z9 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# [% W' [* u8 r5 X5 F) k5 k2 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # I+ k! k3 B% c6 a0 o7 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 j' O6 g; ?& K- h2 b" wHow you suffered for you sanity, Q2 a3 G7 b# p( q. z6 i2 u
How you tried to set them free, 1 s$ j# e! a8 X( p8 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' W' x( t' b, q5 X) Y2 W# FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( _% Z) r: A3 A Z CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( E3 h8 p0 v7 W7 I: i' y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + T0 I: ]2 U4 X" {& E5 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ]; ]7 _8 n( a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
u) S! \$ I/ ~# aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, x; _) D7 [, }2 I8 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ b4 T1 B# t: J% e0 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / P- }- G- L$ z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 _! v* k7 W4 C1 Z& H3 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! h2 r& X6 `% i, oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ?( x. p2 D. C0 q/ |* S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 N6 t" p1 Q" \( G. G! c1 H" ?( MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * Y( b! ^/ i- J" g
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Y9 B8 J: Z! d HHow you tried to set them free, ; ~, {, N9 l' m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 b$ `8 {1 v% Z: ePerhaps they never will. |
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