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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : i# ^' t q& t' {7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' A* W" V; B. M# \$ `: W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, k/ F" g. }) L3 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 b+ R0 D0 b) @! A+ {8 A. k6 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# A. t5 c7 E$ c4 ~4 f5 l* a' DHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 L) T0 s& Q8 g$ T
How you tried to set them free,
7 T) O/ `, q6 K- M) t; H3 l3 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " f U/ I: `5 [7 B, Y8 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; u! X; O8 F; K: [6 J7 k9 ^5 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @. L5 `* \% p9 L& B, q, p( i8 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ O& ?; O1 f3 |+ SWeathered 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, 0 Q5 v! C# S. G* Q3 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 }8 w3 |+ s* w& F* q" mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 o% o$ I- t: R* A& q( v5 s J
But I could have told you, Vincent, . v7 D' w/ l. n2 p0 w; m, G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: D" r0 Q4 j# sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " w! v2 H( n: k% S# ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Y9 g8 {3 o; |/ \5 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 H" B3 R5 O2 V5 N- E9 E/ ^
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, ! ^* `* S; T$ K- N5 V& h/ N4 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ O0 X8 R5 u; h$ a- Q) @7 I. {7 _How you tried to set them free,
' m: w- |3 e6 IThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) a% D* K8 _) \( c
Perhaps they never will. |
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