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; y M2 J4 x, p" aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 m; [" a, e" _0 P' B0 h* Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 J1 G, ?. i2 x9 Y' a5 T) L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 N; ?& J# `$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ]3 T5 m! B; A4 f% `! f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* }0 m/ c' h9 K7 I2 x+ U) \
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 v( Z! ^: \3 |1 W2 ~0 J3 ~1 J
How you tried to set them free,
# A U# {6 o6 l6 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?) Y! L- Q0 x% f, |4 ~* D0 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& [5 Z. V4 j( f! L2 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / b, }2 A+ t* }/ z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- w# Q j0 p) X+ `& r4 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 y7 V- b6 g/ L/ Q) |; }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 A( E* J' X% U6 A8 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* G1 B1 R% I& z6 b" O# \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" \4 Y0 |8 f4 K' m& E0 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, # I1 r0 O1 O7 t7 m0 |4 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) E6 L* n% X' w) W! E, r$ V0 a% k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( l7 Z3 X/ o. I5 P! k6 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 A! W4 D$ l, V& w7 \ s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) m: x( ?8 }" C5 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 F# w. B( g- C7 e
How you suffered for you sanity,. x+ j9 M' \$ b
How you tried to set them free, * \+ R! u& g$ n4 B+ u9 d* [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 s: m; z" m% d$ Z! ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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