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0 m) R% b/ V8 g9 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: r1 R9 Z1 k" K6 [; d" o# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ n3 l7 |6 E/ E: \. eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 H- i& F& k" X- x$ Z+ E4 u+ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' S$ {& S! G8 C: @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) b/ u0 p6 y0 ^8 j2 [6 G& e) k
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 t" c/ A2 @& P& }How you tried to set them free,
h# X) w) f2 b; ?, G6 k1 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & J3 j) r e$ Z5 Q# F4 k! |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ?; F0 o8 g* N9 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 H/ g- D+ A, B G$ `0 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - X6 n x! B' E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 R+ o& t. V' ~$ \1 d: o7 n- i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# T, U& {# ^% w- |/ pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w" Z5 D) `, p/ B* B' c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 r7 h: F8 R( I3 a! oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. `2 C1 e$ |5 T- dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 L# b# v( H4 a
- o! |3 g4 q' B# r2 a/ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 f7 `% r7 d3 F! o" @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 g Y8 J) U6 ]" q" X3 [! M& PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' N9 K9 [/ J8 x+ @- L1 C4 T% z0 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % |* B6 J( k" j2 m6 N) r; K" L( o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: x5 l5 e6 T5 E( ]. BHow you suffered for you sanity,% @# f0 u+ F, U# z6 v. k# e
How you tried to set them free, ' J; T. S% ~ h5 D) i' j* V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
g) t& x. p5 B+ Z4 L8 HPerhaps they never will. |
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