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9 ^9 I2 H% ~4 e F" ?9 M8 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! a2 F7 F; R9 o Q0 t& V! i0 U. G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 v, Z6 [+ s" e: }3 [" h" q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; y9 |- X5 J9 Q$ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . G: Q6 } {8 c) M9 l/ M7 b n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, b. n7 j. U' ~* [: W( Q0 ~8 R0 @' v
How you suffered for you sanity, / z+ U; M4 _3 a
How you tried to set them free, 4 M& k, b) u' \" ?5 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 h# G0 p- R/ x, A9 |( l) |) QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( d# M3 I; [) M1 Q [' {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q$ @, O6 T' oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% J( [) n7 c" \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 U o! G2 [* S9 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . \' K' N% ?: a3 t/ S* j! z( B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 @4 J, _8 f! a9 {8 {4 I4 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 [, r* A" W- ]7 p7 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 N: M4 ^# i% a# k( z5 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 f& z% Q; H4 a+ M F9 [2 m3 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ A2 u# O; s C2 }$ Z) _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / @9 t# i+ r! S+ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , f- n+ ~. G2 o1 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ?0 s9 O# G _( @
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ E/ i# }, G n# h7 X3 pHow you tried to set them free,
+ H! D) V! O4 b* mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 p( H. g! b# p/ j* |1 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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