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( C- Z7 m9 [' [ g2 A; L/ Y `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* I$ o6 r! \5 p) b( yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ x" k: o: }0 F% d6 i P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ R6 d. I+ Q+ g0 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , f5 t0 M: i9 q W: i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ x4 |. z8 [4 E: kHow you suffered for you sanity, ! t4 G0 s( q, R6 ?
How you tried to set them free, ! u* M8 q1 r; n! U, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & D) R7 M- l4 S7 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ?- f) a( {1 W( N3 _% A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Q$ C& [* m" EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 k' C% b0 q# K( ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) a; U: u- K) T. {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# j( g. R' G" j# TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! w9 A/ i; Z; t. `6 m, E& y5 M% ~/ jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! L5 ?: |7 b" c9 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ L! x# y8 F b" C- jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % _" Q- K+ z, P& ~: h" L, d) j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 N% |1 B8 k# Z$ X% \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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f! E& G' R7 z) H5 o( O5 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 G3 ^+ `7 ~% L6 j! B) l
How you suffered for you sanity,% v5 W1 a/ H7 a, I5 e
How you tried to set them free, 9 x/ B- ]. g9 ?* u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* j' p9 Q+ F0 O' W) O7 U+ p2 DPerhaps they never will. |
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