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: w3 T }9 }- ]5 X oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]' s" U# I* W! b3 z% ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 r) k& {8 P& v% V! t4 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ^/ j$ u: A8 c; ~7 b! vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 j5 F- n$ T% Y& ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d2 |8 P6 A) `( x7 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
. @ G. m. C4 g( y* |How you tried to set them free,
1 f! p2 r3 r2 [3 l! k: K; ^+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" }+ [& w5 P) M) S) V) |, `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, O; M& e. J5 b" X' SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : E% j0 N9 J9 b4 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Y: ]+ w+ k$ v/ d5 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ T/ G* L0 H, [% `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
]( v6 d& d% |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 k. v* [/ s+ q' Z) W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 M0 s# c; v2 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" {- Z! Q4 s* I& }# c8 S; l4 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 U1 G, G Q$ @5 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' k/ q' U8 o' M0 ~/ @4 i! W3 F- RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K' X3 S% K5 O9 M0 a$ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
a" _5 T3 U& s5 n# R8 u! @+ a, M. Y0 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& O( O; U# m1 |/ ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M3 Z: t8 Y: J: D# ` d) UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }: r4 P6 T1 h( U+ P6 FHow you tried to set them free, $ `; K2 h( b0 h+ i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: D4 r+ T* u% j* f0 T) sPerhaps they never will. |
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