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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 K& o. |4 A* J4 S4 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
S/ E- T4 K6 r9 A( `( VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ], T/ D9 c; V) e+ A4 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ]/ L- `6 k8 w( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' J$ }2 m0 ]6 \+ r" O/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, P Z$ Y6 m- r5 l1 lHow you tried to set them free, ; e9 z* T0 n. f5 G5 Q5 I! ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 s$ N8 H- G3 P4 t9 }* @: bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * @. H6 f* h4 |) }! D8 w; N8 r0 y) E: a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s2 I' c& s: R( q$ ]' I, ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 `4 F6 G9 y0 r- Y S, e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 D! F& {& o @) i4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 H; I; Y# O. i, l$ m+ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ a6 D ?3 u' z1 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: C/ w; F+ O2 H* E; m7 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 S0 H1 Q, e# F/ {. rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % O6 ^6 ~3 F" f7 L, ?7 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h6 Q9 _* B0 V1 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- E7 z& O8 K9 A; }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 f3 @& D- ^5 Q0 [5 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ h x+ K( k' mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! m4 [9 D4 O$ x2 w% P% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
) m3 g! \) m& q# YHow you tried to set them free,
, ~1 j) T/ `8 f- K/ d; S& zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% @2 B5 ^) `* P; fPerhaps they never will. |
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