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9 C4 w: ^4 i. j% `7 I, y3 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 P6 k- h; ~1 Z9 b" K! E+ o* H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 C% l/ p* Y" C. K4 f8 |& DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! D Z9 ] E3 J6 I: m: e) ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 c/ a8 d1 U! o4 J0 f0 k9 i) `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ A! T3 T8 ~5 j4 i: P# E! t
How you suffered for you sanity, ; P* |% x9 O+ s* w9 |& {' f' \+ F/ b
How you tried to set them free, - p3 [! H. V( [, S' o$ [6 B7 r2 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: a$ k3 f; ]+ [* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - W8 ]0 W# Q: i& @" f1 P) k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) V; Y7 P6 X7 R9 ]' a" |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; {% R1 n, _% o" ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * S3 Z( [7 g, G6 z- X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, g3 y1 E; |# q0 w3 v$ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 g1 ?: V7 z/ d$ N: r9 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 O; b8 y$ _* h7 D) q. ^9 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, . C1 ]: w' {2 |0 M- y! X" p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 x1 f$ O, ~7 t: Q1 W1 f- C$ R- [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * X4 l" O1 O: T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 J: `: U' Y/ j' U) P' Y( j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* @& `+ `$ D& f. [$ T* j- A! O4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v) K6 U" h3 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! E: I O8 _( H( e" C4 ~) J
How you suffered for you sanity,2 {, W, V! Y0 c! ?4 n0 K
How you tried to set them free, + {; Z* v% @! U; C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 ^8 t. C9 R9 E) z/ y4 `Perhaps they never will. |
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