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7 s& V# R* B% L/ v1 @. @9 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; E) T( M: F: \8 t k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 j6 [8 e/ v/ K* a& ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ]" A; k! S2 I, XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ @( h* D3 m( yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- A5 a/ F9 A" i& `/ x7 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 y- {' u2 |: N3 R0 e" @How you tried to set them free, 8 L8 [8 r. t$ g; }+ F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 h) h& D) b& e) t# n' N3 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 q) T- ~; H* q6 {% h2 p" K; `' kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - n6 b1 D. J8 C0 C* N. \" C) e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; [5 n" n6 |3 A% n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ]3 Z3 s& n9 i# M' ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, r( O- Y0 c4 k, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 u' F% `2 @+ k4 K7 n# B/ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( K" d* N. w0 h" }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 a0 Q" [ U1 r- i$ _7 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - W4 Q( q5 c' v- r. b; @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( h% |1 D# m9 |+ c( ]; gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& l' F0 l% k5 e4 n7 ?4 M$ yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ~: ?( W* M4 ?# S, OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 x2 o" D2 L5 Y9 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 `+ T/ h2 [* J" N2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
. X2 Z0 @: ]; h1 m) D# l7 T f' LHow you tried to set them free,
9 a2 H0 X7 ?6 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* l5 o' K! E$ z* F8 X3 L9 `1 \Perhaps they never will. |
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