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1 n1 @/ x- d4 d4 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J5 h* h( R* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * p9 p4 s! Z5 v9 z& K- |5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 c9 d* U2 ~; c/ M7 z- r( VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' B5 l% c; z/ u5 J. d3 G8 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ c) z- q5 C, b7 [9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 x( n6 c2 S0 `, v' m: `How you tried to set them free, 7 F, t) @. K ]2 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , _8 Z) V- O! r6 d/ C5 `# D$ x; @" P; g6 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . k3 C) Y" \. D1 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , h9 \) I/ w+ |1 `4 v- G% c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- G4 Z/ g: D3 z& R8 s iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 U: L. T5 ~" H& S6 |' P6 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ s1 I( J& e! C$ L" H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' M: r: G4 j. o" jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' I# ^0 M. J9 e; T7 M- i
But I could have told you, Vincent, " z1 i h* f: {: V4 J$ ~9 {+ K2 F! o; Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 D5 }% Q) v- G$ x+ F2 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) u0 j5 N: l2 A9 L( L4 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) H3 X9 T& ~! H) s6 A( NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 e7 h; M# N5 }% O1 A( d' x P6 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' L0 Q+ j( T/ e( J0 ?4 M2 T7 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 i! Z# I- Y. ~
How you suffered for you sanity,6 \( @! ^5 N- J u" M; s5 f
How you tried to set them free,
4 {, F0 ?8 y( n3 y# _3 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- @8 I% j5 X* m5 T: `Perhaps they never will. |
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