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7 d$ `8 ~' } p! V# \! D4 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- m! l% B$ D7 {$ {) o. S1 q" R3 }0 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) m! A r$ u! d `0 r' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; j" w" [: @, i; o' NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % v* \, E5 l4 @" L Z* L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 B- ?& H4 p4 j7 h$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 N) e; P) i/ @. W3 ]; oHow you tried to set them free, * z- G Z8 U- v6 t! l5 l$ H4 X5 S6 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # P2 B$ m2 o# d5 y2 E7 D: Q4 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 v9 X3 {& R( h1 I) J, C6 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; S/ P; _& G$ a3 y# \* J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H1 z0 |, Y# d# V0 c8 G" D& b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: k; h& D2 l. T3 T/ bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* s! |+ ~& h3 I) F. y- Q- IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 B2 |3 G# P. S! R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 R7 U% e* g/ F- t/ jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# `) i) _7 F3 h1 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! A! `. h( J$ M4 Z) }8 k4 l) C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 D2 }( ]; t+ w6 A, r& ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ~- z2 B1 L% M; ^% U4 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 U) M& A# R. `/ S. y p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, F4 L6 X; y; T: X. G& J5 Z) N/ P
How you suffered for you sanity,, V: h, l. H8 K$ N: ?. f f
How you tried to set them free, " A# n8 a6 c" i2 `3 c, D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 d& L- x! H4 p! @+ h: V6 r6 oPerhaps they never will. |
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