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2 w8 h, S3 `6 n$ C6 X* g( ]0 F7 ^, cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 T+ G; Z' {2 ]4 A" L- @, CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, \! ~: b, @4 G) HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( }/ F4 W0 Y* \! u7 U3 |7 e- f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! G7 D: H& z J# G) [2 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 C \) t) A: f3 D9 Z: y
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 w% W% E. \3 X: s$ G fHow you tried to set them free, , s# B3 I7 H0 J" ~6 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! D( A# v& Y0 u( }9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ @. W, l* ?5 S/ ~2 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& P$ e+ ?+ N; r# X/ k. ~4 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / M5 s3 p4 w) {8 ^
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,
1 P" M2 I: h& T# X# N2 h) @9 b& ?: MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 f9 y* v/ e" l, M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 F5 d6 K7 B- H! a& hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 a& n) d) O8 p; B, \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; d. D2 w' l4 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; L, h/ j, s) |, vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Z+ z7 V8 \4 a: b5 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ^( u5 b$ v1 L0 I2 M3 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , R' x; ]$ I7 v' G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( O/ z" \ t- y* L9 u/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,' W: D$ m8 Z9 k, ~
How you tried to set them free, * C D9 Y) U; F( g" S2 n. n r, k/ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 q) M( p' a9 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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