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7 u% g$ m+ C* I# q3 d: J5 I6 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) j0 h1 b% q% [ H1 t! k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ R* J% ]0 a1 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 a- i) Z8 y$ ]* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' n7 _0 c8 B T/ r' \7 A: @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 I! B, }: ~/ \$ I; R" I oHow you suffered for you sanity,
' K, ^- a; m5 Z( U* m& ]9 ~2 l* j% pHow you tried to set them free,
; [5 x/ x% A( X0 x4 Y b- }4 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 \% `* O. v t8 G5 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " B3 g. A, V- l3 e. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & x6 A: R7 V& r k" T% o! S! r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ]0 t5 C$ X% |( x4 z) v/ J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) t5 y) {% c0 q3 h" M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- ?; c0 F' r8 z4 ]$ y1 ^6 u# UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 t, c% j, f3 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- B$ S# z$ [; a* a4 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 u$ U; C G, y! U/ }# L" \/ {' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( t; d& R p2 E# N3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 }* u. L5 }" k8 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 S: J3 v' N7 Z( @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 }8 z4 b4 b& e2 j& U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ d5 t2 g5 n- D' p1 x9 a0 @
9 W/ T. |: J& u7 k$ a/ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 O8 P# x( }- qHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^4 K2 q% K( }! H/ kHow you tried to set them free,
) d; Y3 |5 }# K3 \) @ FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 D6 e" q1 ?7 W' n: r; e5 lPerhaps they never will. |
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