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3 W3 E! m! }+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; G/ | G! a3 x# \5 j/ H2 `+ u: h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 J9 I. ~1 ?# F. E4 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ^' ?8 R" j" {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 f" N& ^0 z0 i* c# W& J9 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( `' x/ C4 k$ [; h: \
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 G, U( t% x; O h* q/ c
How you tried to set them free,
& u! ]. a. b% ?! a; r2 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 S0 X0 l" `: h' g9 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* g4 A+ R4 {' JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 T- X3 @! q" {, r, C: q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, O/ g, u b2 W: |# B8 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( b, l2 t- o2 S+ U
$ B7 u2 v9 r; eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 N! G- H% J& y- ^& e4 w3 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ q7 g; W2 b! [, E. z! r3 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , L, `( v, E; g: y- e3 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, " [% [' e* @' h& {- M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . a& B* B4 u3 m9 g: ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! b/ E& U3 E' R( HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 E# ^, X2 |0 C$ n B+ h) }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ?" |+ |& y8 ~0 R6 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 z3 Y) R) S, ` }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 X7 {" S5 H! o( w7 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
; |7 y9 p' |5 E' DHow you tried to set them free, * g6 g. M& [4 Y: ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( y: f7 D6 ^/ s, }Perhaps they never will. |
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