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7 v' A% |$ Z% I* A4 M! VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 m2 [5 g2 U4 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# l" v! l7 h7 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
j( B. S2 g: b+ F- q8 ~; @# ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 C7 H& I: f/ y9 S: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ P% R! B. y t# l/ }' k2 `. {
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 K! ]: f5 ?! g* Y8 ^7 rHow you tried to set them free,
8 c: `$ {% w; J& d/ m6 M, n/ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W7 Z8 q0 |3 x( L- x+ O- d0 R! T7 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 }+ m5 W1 E6 m) T# M2 l( B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ^, U" y# F2 ?1 U5 i( r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& T. t5 |' u8 A' O/ G6 S7 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 f+ ~- j! e4 K% \; f- x6 D- K9 \2 ]3 Z! mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 k1 V! Y: f) K2 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b6 H4 Q. }2 b; \1 K9 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ~/ M' ?) Y M; Q1 h! BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 `; p+ F0 v' j4 D" V, d: i- w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 y" N3 w3 u6 r4 h" k" LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L* \7 J4 F! O% xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 u9 w' w0 o4 M9 D! G( u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " v* K0 {2 @5 l' N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% [3 }- E1 x3 b- b0 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
( @* W- Y5 X" _" |How you tried to set them free,
) d4 f9 |* s/ LThey would not listen they're not listening still, * G( ?/ X; t$ h6 R" p% q0 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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