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8 [2 O1 }: i: v4 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ?+ Z9 @+ s8 T2 i5 e) M% WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * i( k$ r: ~, _2 o9 d5 K2 Q' n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& I" {! W- T$ F. ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Q4 L( u M7 A6 t7 Q! |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 y0 u# e! l! m4 b8 c. FHow you suffered for you sanity, " |/ z- n* Q# a
How you tried to set them free, 1 x* \1 Q9 F6 ?' R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 }/ l5 f1 f O3 z3 _% L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 o# l! ~& w9 Q; r/ d' \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 L& i2 t$ h$ B& E" c" fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: }0 M) v8 x# kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 w$ O4 \/ m0 q/ p, d0 @9 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " P7 Z8 }9 ~% J$ R! Z8 U' P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 w6 m6 H, f- y; A* M9 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 C* x. }6 ~& {+ h i$ O8 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 L z4 ~2 j* i% c: F# O! U' u0 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % g: m+ Z/ B& I4 P- q' }. t5 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) `$ G7 }6 U7 {6 W, k) bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ^: N( H6 v, a! `& N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / n$ r3 C c/ R5 H( F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. v {# H# O' h# M; tHow you tried to set them free,
$ E/ K% e! U Z; K0 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 ~) S0 y; p8 `( a& h: @- rPerhaps they never will. |
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