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7 {% {! T9 E7 K" F" X" \2 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( M4 u( k- r. Q% N/ k/ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]' D* ?' X) @9 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ @. j+ s T+ Q% v# YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + {! ?, H; H% j) U( ]4 n; F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! Z9 A. q. E6 S* N8 v2 x5 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 q Z+ A9 I% u9 v @ ?' J6 h% v$ z/ zHow you tried to set them free,
4 I) q* j8 w! f- z' O8 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ]( N* \; J& g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: y& O) s1 |+ a- N xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - K! `, e/ s% c* S# W0 e7 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a6 K/ T4 B6 V2 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ a0 E* C3 \) R2 @4 ]! TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( w' @; D1 S2 `' n# NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ r; ]( g) o1 \" pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 _, S0 [/ h$ o: L9 J( i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 d( B2 I F" o* P) |/ J7 L/ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& \" u. [3 V* l( }) _3 i. uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 a4 d& P) w M, ?" u* j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , F1 Y Q3 w0 h5 F$ w6 ]" u6 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 M1 S4 q) L* \4 o2 N+ B! j/ `4 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; c3 z8 K& b. c$ K+ k$ {6 y. }3 @
How you suffered for you sanity,% b5 n9 v7 p# V- q& V: p
How you tried to set them free, 0 h" v0 g0 g5 N' b( V5 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ i9 m; B: Z# e w$ T/ g# m
Perhaps they never will. |
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