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3 g5 n/ Z( C8 }7 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 D: ?" A- ?3 M0 u( I' U( vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Z+ k4 x* i- l! i$ Z `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 S, P' s+ [6 z# ?6 n$ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * e7 Y E1 S. a. n1 V u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ O) `' k) z; |
How you suffered for you sanity, , i i0 y9 m: H% L: s0 {1 k4 g* }
How you tried to set them free,
2 O& }2 w2 e, m) O k3 o" u) QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Q l: {" y7 h5 u( |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 H! A8 l' O. C6 H/ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 M1 ^ b; Q5 Z1 S- Q8 D0 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( Y9 l' p$ [& S( N' h$ o. p9 R! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ~" p9 ^4 E7 _$ M* ^# N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : M1 k+ {9 w' ]. ~8 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . N. b Z$ O7 @$ }9 P& X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. R8 c% y# @! m0 i" ~! _) A$ EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 t2 C! c) O) Q: D+ Q6 w0 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( f' J+ K7 B- V: B
( t$ F5 |. f" u2 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / M2 h! F, X+ q4 M6 [% _) C8 w! i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% _ i f2 R1 m9 I Z" KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 r5 _9 Z9 }. Q) @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% A. P b# d S3 H3 u4 h- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ n1 V1 H+ X9 j9 a1 S1 HHow you suffered for you sanity,0 |- G( M g$ a
How you tried to set them free,
/ u, u6 \/ I4 D3 F) y: h. cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 |6 U7 b5 H, v2 e; S3 N6 iPerhaps they never will. |
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