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; B' I9 r6 r: r% h# n/ ?( `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # y/ B2 q/ F: e% C8 O) v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 R* M' t$ B+ Q" B' b, ~+ ~5 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 B5 s1 L2 @% A q" @ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I* A. n6 t5 [6 h9 W; gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 E3 Q8 I* J; ]) K* Y) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Y& Y$ j, A8 J X3 {! d' P8 B) iHow you tried to set them free, , W+ r; l: H0 u" u1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 x8 ^$ h; M+ A! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & J. W4 \. p# O, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% @/ r4 e' ~6 A% Z, c6 N# mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 L1 _ B8 Z0 o% ^! P' O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * P. M) L/ ^: D; _( S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Y: D* r3 h. H1 g% u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 g3 _! R0 Z m6 m5 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ]) l8 k4 ^; m( |5 @/ J2 T9 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 F4 S9 a/ ?: H! ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# T; Z( K b* ~" _. ]9 {; z6 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ b3 k) B0 d2 {( D* RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c5 i" V4 q5 k+ m& F7 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 C9 B/ t1 d6 fThe 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,
/ V2 [, ]% d4 `" v: d0 G# _; \How you suffered for you sanity,
; N/ v& Z) ~- v' }) RHow you tried to set them free,
( G! q9 H" m0 n' \7 q2 S3 T& ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
) E, e0 L6 h) KPerhaps they never will. |
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