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) T( i) r- }7 y0 e. N, r: J5 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% r5 l1 H% b! O8 \. E( SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 K8 ]( D3 W* |% C/ e7 d. _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 A( P# l2 n( A5 g- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ H; F9 j. k5 ~0 A, n+ f- A wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( M; x& z, f. F: C! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 g7 G& x# v% a# M8 T# ?How you tried to set them free, 0 R" E2 w, }% y5 a+ e- ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @, R) ~1 u, S3 Y4 Y2 Q, o$ JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 K+ w s7 }/ F; G6 X3 ^8 R8 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c: Y( s+ z7 n3 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " H7 a5 Y, P5 K X5 b! G' [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * z4 G9 ]" g" B5 i! j- s* I% x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ]$ f3 |! A% D1 P) A. cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 _( D. G( |- J9 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # F- M9 k, B: ]1 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 c' d+ M2 F* @/ K% [" U: cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # g" T. F |2 k! f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 o; H. J8 h3 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; s5 s# \ m0 |4 \6 L( w3 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 y$ j7 [, m" p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 a6 h, j- @4 }$ ~. H8 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; c# G6 [8 w0 y: tHow you suffered for you sanity,# c, d0 ^ E0 u. ^4 k
How you tried to set them free,
- s5 n# z4 q! j+ [" cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 Y; L, u' ^6 \2 u$ G# A' S! J
Perhaps they never will. |
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