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, r) g1 X. e& q4 `% [$ E/ R. Y3 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 h, A* p( T" }3 p* g I- q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 e& _# K, _3 `7 P& yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 P0 x% S/ D+ K1 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) M. x8 y* ~ ]' ?4 Y( ?2 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 P6 ?3 H: {) Y& r" Z4 \4 l) Q1 c0 p P& i fHow you suffered for you sanity, b. T2 u) K1 q% K" _
How you tried to set them free,
* ?. ]/ k; _, e: TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, D% D+ T! w" a; f' ?; B; Z8 K. z9 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 B3 X$ O; d: r c+ S7 g4 d& w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 P7 \( J4 S! c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 A' k+ h6 v3 S; y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 ?% i: ?$ I1 U& S/ _( f3 p$ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( k, y8 }3 o- b& z8 z, e& K2 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % y. u1 c9 j1 n1 x' m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" x: T/ h1 |9 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, . N2 B( f, W6 v* ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , i( y4 M7 i9 y! Z# o2 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / F6 @. p2 a9 ^9 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' z. u2 x+ g3 ?6 ~# }! F' b6 [: F. x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * r1 F" z) ?6 g U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ m- O+ q# [0 L; b1 c+ N3 f y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! { e* i& [# ~( T+ wHow you suffered for you sanity,% {+ v3 B" P7 Z% A" M! o$ v, b' L# B( G
How you tried to set them free, . r) |# N% W# o6 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, # ?. J! X2 \& L% e" X) {
Perhaps they never will. |
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