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3 }7 a' `) E: N; w4 }( dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : q* R6 `. R/ c# N1 @# _, A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; N; w! q0 @' v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- B$ f" w e; B( ^% kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ O) G6 Q$ J* h( b& PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 q! \. y+ {, V
How you suffered for you sanity,
' {1 k: k0 x8 K, A5 pHow you tried to set them free, 1 U8 T1 I% d$ q; j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ p4 \" |4 L" O3 Y3 w/ M p( EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 G- z0 n2 D) R: ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 L% d- R& [6 f- y* Y* YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; y2 L8 S. }+ A4 Q
Weathered 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, * M' a1 I% Y- I2 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 n. c O7 P& q# l/ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ?' R4 M( \, y& I: S. w4 X( S! u& A9 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 V! [% U9 J* J0 e7 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! X. k- ^5 b" n5 }( {; @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' F4 o" r" w+ I5 z! PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 D7 _6 T: p5 }" _1 W4 R) vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 f( L9 P, G7 N/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 ?+ s& o& e) {5 f! ^8 z1 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% w# L2 X, |) D2 [How you suffered for you sanity,; T. }$ z" x% } E& t3 j
How you tried to set them free, ; f6 @; n: R+ ^3 \# q+ Q2 @& h
They would not listen they're not listening still, + @8 L5 y& f( E/ s+ @4 }* H6 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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