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# b, i3 i: [+ {" d# Z( \& {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - }' W- J- U3 @: u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- W3 g0 n& M1 H! [& xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ l7 u) z7 C# v5 g/ qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Z# F& J2 u! X* E4 X# |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 T$ K+ [4 p. g* e* ]. o3 P0 V3 L/ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 P2 E. y9 L2 V0 {# SHow you tried to set them free, 4 _4 l% G7 o. b6 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f; c; v0 S( ^1 [# N8 H( |8 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 j% V( L4 F2 q* U/ X; W% E! h6 W6 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* a2 u7 L! s fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; m+ s; e6 z; b1 V4 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ L4 O0 Q0 w: S% Q7 ^. X% r. EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ v( n$ d7 J* r. R& a# q/ O+ KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) t- U& T$ c h) H( J o8 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ?' T+ J: }1 i) p& z" @% Q* rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 |1 a- E) N- h0 A0 ]& i0 p6 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! b: n- ~8 O6 L# EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # { a# {8 e$ h* n+ s' M/ i( X' A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 A5 [: c( k: S) ]$ J5 K( u& O9 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% r. u' T% Q2 d" k- _ q4 \& ? rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a4 \5 w$ ~0 V4 h6 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, ~* g7 S- s; o% s7 S, u6 {How you suffered for you sanity,
' Y; O" X) v; v- S7 ^4 @9 t8 nHow you tried to set them free, % U8 q* [! ?5 l! t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: j8 L, }) ~$ B8 i0 Y4 x. [6 jPerhaps they never will. |
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