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1 K4 h& I1 \8 _4 ]; QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: y+ \3 f; j) N/ i G$ ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 _9 C4 D2 S1 I6 \; I6 x, `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 y2 ]( C& \( q% M, v" T! s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ r( w; f; K5 w# t# a9 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- K5 d$ J7 K: v- \How you suffered for you sanity, , O6 ~* }( m/ L9 B
How you tried to set them free,
o9 E p1 ?6 I5 }! nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 B% l) K \5 k+ q, w" z% p" T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * s3 M# r- j+ n* s5 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; f$ z/ ]& A7 L, h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Y* K+ A2 |, g! S: OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) k* g8 p& r: b4 {& IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 X$ H2 z. w- m m3 N; z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' s e2 S( q; ]7 q; L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" |% M/ y( K T2 r7 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X; D* | L" r5 p; @. U9 O& FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( l( m% M/ _5 `, b; p: PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . V7 D2 B* R1 a9 f& f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 @ c+ ]4 J/ G% h; j+ b' S/ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 `; K2 e7 z: Y( t& e* |) x+ ~5 w
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,
% T6 I9 v- D7 |: G" W& {- WHow you suffered for you sanity,5 X. N5 ?7 B# n* ?$ O
How you tried to set them free,
3 o. Z# v/ ]6 m0 o' ~; @. |; lThey would not listen they're not listening still, % w2 w' a1 J6 R) q
Perhaps they never will. |
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