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; h9 ]) a+ ?, E- n, PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ Q9 R) G. m2 H9 Y$ o- bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! e) P( [6 Q; H- i" X( I7 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 H! s- Z6 ^1 ?, H' oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
r* T2 o8 N' ~7 B' V# r$ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# }* p z5 P( p) D2 p' THow you suffered for you sanity,
! m! ]: M: C2 j' p: t9 AHow you tried to set them free, ' n# S' V6 r) p& _/ ?) U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 \* k9 h& c, k' c" p) D% J9 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Z4 V; M, d4 F2 j( c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " v2 s. v1 W& d2 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 l @8 j9 p3 I5 hWeathered 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, - ^/ }- W* T8 @8 ~2 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' t9 }& r1 P" r( P$ @0 C. TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; \) G, s$ r; j# x" P$ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, : P* }" i, K! Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / {9 N1 _- `. x( R1 u; _$ W9 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" |5 R9 ^6 ^$ t, E8 F) @+ Q* k" QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- P3 {* P! f# U0 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 R+ p& s: @* L8 d+ t5 { ]6 Q+ |
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,
3 T) [7 F8 ~9 n& ]1 ?5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
p" F# `/ L9 R+ e* S z$ kHow you tried to set them free, $ q( ~% F: D" w% r( G. x8 V c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 N, ^: b6 u6 U& o( SPerhaps they never will. |
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