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$ H' r% I& e" c! K+ ^* XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ F8 g6 n5 J) u9 f4 y5 B6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 r8 k! J; X# G; Z! D" CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' T1 J8 A0 P8 ^ w0 {2 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- _; G, j6 f/ t7 ~5 N7 W6 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- D* Z6 @! M, _How you suffered for you sanity,
# [" F( z+ z0 S' W# \6 JHow you tried to set them free,
! c& V. a; u+ r. ?3 v( E% S1 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 x6 S& K5 D" _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 i" @! i% } L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* K1 A7 D+ |% m8 H7 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! w) M+ S# g _* q. H1 O6 H7 Q' Y* e; dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ~: k- e0 N' b q7 N/ k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, R2 F1 o$ b5 `9 D. V& r2 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ Z5 o/ z4 O1 f7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* s2 {8 k% q$ F2 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) o l* @) m1 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ A6 q+ V0 w- y# E. |7 {8 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @( m* w( d8 @) H* ?9 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ S% X& h" B6 g4 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
B" n% R8 `, \8 ~The 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, . j0 f% K% g5 ?, J+ {( O2 E0 E; {
How you suffered for you sanity,
; l2 `- S( L7 i4 w4 N _8 aHow you tried to set them free, T7 X/ p! f7 j' d0 h; U
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ i! l' ]9 I9 T7 D$ h3 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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