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# q. y, j1 D- `+ N( X+ d8 I CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 p9 D8 }8 @. h$ T7 k, |: F% C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: \6 y) s/ O. Q8 @3 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ?& f8 ?# n0 B4 M: J: y0 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 r6 q+ c8 e( b" @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) G" x( C7 J3 e, M# I8 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
* j. z' D' P$ D5 T7 BHow you tried to set them free,
d7 x" b6 `) l6 V0 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. w( }6 w& l8 J/ O- ]6 A0 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; L Q$ P8 j6 ~' z2 A) c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # @% b: i" Z3 |4 @! O. o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' r7 ]. i/ @% u# H: U# lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 w+ H8 B+ z2 T/ F. B+ Z/ r1 P+ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 R% _8 Y7 ]1 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . A/ R6 F v% Q+ z3 V# g6 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
S: N; ?! U/ q! @0 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ?/ ]& B% F Z; q4 A) I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + J: v- ?; ^, o9 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * p( _3 {& | s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " Y7 M( } p; U
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, 5 `4 \% D) U! l1 w! o
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 | G; j2 Z4 xHow you tried to set them free, / x7 `/ _4 H& I: }) ~& j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 }& Q: g) P5 g! ~Perhaps they never will. |
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