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! C2 ]( m, m# o1 ~/ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : K$ r# K6 \8 N% {; F. T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" G) e% C6 y! F9 G$ @) h$ nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* S, I- _) u- x$ _2 L0 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , h3 P, Z* d& ]) G$ h% B S9 I% Q6 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 o+ A* i7 M/ X, e- P
How you suffered for you sanity, / ]" s5 x+ Q- l$ p
How you tried to set them free, % c+ s7 u# |1 l; n R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ g: P: e2 X1 y$ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- D5 ~3 A E* E( S7 W" O- c6 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 [& P1 P. ~5 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& S' Q, Q* i! T$ h+ u) ^/ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 t7 C( J: O, k$ Z1 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 t, D& G0 y3 T. \# E$ W' UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 v5 E' X; x# A2 O: m! b' B; _You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; A* Q1 Q/ S& |1 `* I4 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! [4 ]' g0 U" F7 E+ `4 b* J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 T j# D" t# J2 o/ d. jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / @/ w% L- P; z# d) ~; }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ s) x1 ?$ u0 ?- U5 n0 o; iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 q) ^7 h/ `$ l/ A# z* UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 v. ]' h5 K+ {5 [: p
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 D$ m: c% `- lHow you tried to set them free,
6 B/ M8 V+ Z" k; B( H% [: oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ u+ c- P$ L8 J3 T0 q/ LPerhaps they never will. |
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