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V4 y. T2 [ LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 x1 R. E4 U6 e3 n9 r/ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- l; p4 e# c" s+ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 w- R' @0 s0 q. p3 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% w- Z o( k3 B$ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- E) m% W) y0 r P% m/ X/ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 V1 b9 y% e4 ^2 hHow you tried to set them free,
S$ B) _7 x# G2 `1 d5 \& u: vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 P7 o8 M; @+ f' p* P" I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Y6 W' M/ w0 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 P3 k. ]9 @' j% M$ q* U3 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e0 y7 `' c& m( O7 Z" a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f$ w5 `% {! e# K4 P& i5 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* s$ y! J* C% s7 A% a* XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q* `6 i/ A6 x" w& U6 X1 A2 r- t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 O- b( G" z1 _# t, d5 C8 J. WBut I could have told you, Vincent, , U0 r# o# F; [' p/ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ T" l/ l/ k. q! m- @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ]1 k4 ^2 z3 {( o# s" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ [' N( d J8 Z) u( o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + F- \% g; s; b# A. ?2 G, H
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,
. A) W4 Y9 j' Y7 j# h% oHow you suffered for you sanity,# P @, c* [1 E8 h
How you tried to set them free,
2 s* f8 Y; w% x) f3 ~* J% o4 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 n" j; R; x( M6 jPerhaps they never will. |
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