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2 ?: S9 K& I+ b+ p2 N2 K- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! E/ P& p0 Q% ^% X; p- h A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 W2 P: m6 x! vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 }* ~* X7 y5 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* u0 R! I% x- O- m9 `. JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ h- d1 h7 D8 T' E3 G3 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, " r6 v3 }' ?! g4 u4 O
How you tried to set them free,
: z# Y8 ^. u$ oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 u) B, A! j8 G! z6 l2 M5 f+ b2 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + B' l! H7 |0 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Y6 g/ U5 j5 H" f8 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 c& R+ @4 T0 |" _0 @' H! xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 }; F% C8 ^( I- g5 a8 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + E- v- ]5 o/ N! p7 x @/ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 h+ @. _" @" v' C7 K# @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ C. h1 P- W- V6 O+ \7 n+ |. eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 M! ]* ~2 \. @/ D* e/ l6 g" ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! S" @1 n s: v# {; E+ ?2 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ |4 I9 E* S$ w6 d0 y( PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % l. `' v0 m9 ?7 T: l* |5 Z1 \) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " z8 Q; X* z$ q3 I/ Z# n- R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / I; Q1 H) u- }8 D1 ?4 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ` S. P3 V1 k" H5 XHow you tried to set them free,
6 N# N- Q2 g* a2 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Q7 c& V) D0 K% K8 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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