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9 {; |4 K" I8 E: i& N4 l/ }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 x$ _4 O n v1 h ^/ _; @8 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Q2 C$ }: [( R: f0 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! K6 [ h7 j PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" h0 i+ [9 B" k3 S6 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ^4 x' N4 n8 w3 T. x* M9 L
How you suffered for you sanity, ( S3 ]! p# a9 Q K
How you tried to set them free, 8 i' r3 W3 r7 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 P3 n6 X5 v" [) o( S, rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 m4 D* s/ E$ s/ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) F- T( ^* b( _ f/ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! \. w6 X1 R* u+ _& ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 D3 `& w) A; ?! p( U5 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , j, y; G' Z* i. }, s* Y& w5 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Z* `6 o# J! i4 h" R0 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % h# [/ K! B; }4 U# t: f& b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 @; V, v# u: z2 f, N$ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 S9 D; y. X6 D8 ^$ u- N* c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( m. S/ h( e+ h9 s+ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ]7 F3 ^; Z/ m( {! d$ U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ [' Y* x: M5 [1 _8 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. P* ~ X T: d- x( B7 @* {5 T# n* CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
e8 g/ T, L4 g ~* |- U& sHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 H& c4 |' Z w) N9 J% R; r1 _How you tried to set them free, 2 W2 V; W1 u, w5 X: ?! H
They would not listen they're not listening still, + S3 D) q) V3 S8 T% G$ C
Perhaps they never will. |
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