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' `# J2 k* R/ H9 l+ l: fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : v) k' J5 H9 W8 a( C, w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 [) M( E0 D, O! H) T, r$ v0 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 E2 j% `' _; n# e; Y4 j# [9 g' \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 [2 D* R+ N/ \2 o0 Z2 q! \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `; |" A, }2 l! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 T% x5 q" Y/ U0 a# lHow you tried to set them free, ! `) R( @6 A2 I8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( h0 ]! l2 F- n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 h) L2 H+ S% U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) z5 b0 X; R1 v1 J: w- \ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r3 D* v9 ?: H. aWeathered 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, ) i N' `; d8 @$ ^- y B: Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ F ^: u* p% x9 f! [5 @$ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 {, e: }5 X3 W# ?5 L/ j4 A- r, I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% U. m o# _ q' IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 }% W$ A% E6 N4 L" N7 L8 y7 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ d8 ^# ]; Y. W" N+ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ~/ c2 V1 V" i/ s- \
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, 0 @: y6 c& }( V5 l) f
How you suffered for you sanity,0 {1 S6 u' r. l
How you tried to set them free, ; e0 t6 _# u& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, r- h* ?& m V! b j l; V% T ^Perhaps they never will. |
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