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- E0 P" [. d3 \3 s5 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 z7 @1 r+ t J* r% u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 F6 y$ `9 a# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Z; s: e$ L9 f# z* q; XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 L. G6 j8 q9 c. D8 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& {$ [% E: a% d6 G3 o' Z( _
How you suffered for you sanity, - M5 k6 a& n `3 \1 v
How you tried to set them free,
, O% L+ O' f Z3 Z: P7 J5 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% `' r% x Y1 T: U* VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - q# K( e1 t% Q2 m5 D& L; R) l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 V* F$ b1 g4 k1 O$ }: ~4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : r" V& e) A9 I1 O. U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ }' O/ u) q" `* N6 ^$ _- PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 \4 d7 v9 ~6 r' R! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) x; E6 L7 m/ d; P; a7 S9 u; Q: XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% s0 W5 o5 z8 ?1 J+ ^. n RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - G* Q5 o% Q: U3 `2 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 R; p- E4 u1 O$ i# @4 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; D1 c1 r _& U# Y* ^' f+ UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : l" k( c+ t' h& W+ H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + I) _1 J% E% `+ m4 Y3 B8 e" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
, E! o8 e4 b5 i. w9 UHow you tried to set them free, " n" m" B+ l2 F/ H2 n2 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 [: i) @; e$ e+ kPerhaps they never will. |
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