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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 o& i/ L8 O0 f( U4 D! E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `) I! |2 l# |- x4 E6 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. x/ j u2 O# o. Q; V+ U* i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ A3 [2 ?* X" E- Z0 F4 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 A6 G( `$ ~" S+ B4 d- m+ r/ m8 I2 T ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 k" T6 f3 B; i' H/ HHow you tried to set them free,
9 E9 I+ W% `; h. u" QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ g* X1 g; p# F% ^- Y; DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" v( [6 F$ J3 q; v% WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 T4 Z) T# ?5 `4 v" Y4 K/ [& y6 b( l- `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) @' @5 e( B! ]% L: K. i2 a7 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ?! S9 i6 G: SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 ]8 B) A! s, t6 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ~1 ]! |2 W2 Z3 t0 b" ]' |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 [5 \% p5 a0 g0 T& R" m; e2 F1 J$ DBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( t0 J# w% j) H+ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 l& t9 O' h9 h$ u$ t" p7 v/ ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& J& F3 ~) R9 d7 h. D8 S7 B. zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, i# J& X. a0 K8 m% NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % t- V! G9 \$ d. z9 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# n; \. ?; Z2 h: n x% xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 c& h6 p& j& X$ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
) z7 h# q, v! A0 M% Y. q& eHow you tried to set them free,
/ e; v6 A; Y! P( t1 Z3 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
% e4 ~' V7 ?& EPerhaps they never will. |
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