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1 c# u) Q3 z# V& }3 o' T X4 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 P v6 P; y( d7 ?" }! \% K1 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ V0 v! x- o6 k& xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ v1 Y4 ]6 s1 P, iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o7 j3 M3 h2 o1 u9 m$ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 H- O, n6 O( I& A
How you suffered for you sanity, ' N. i( S# R9 m6 h6 s+ j0 W4 l
How you tried to set them free,
W. M1 w, I9 z; L9 i8 A, b H# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - H6 @) k; Q. `; [1 N- |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: }, r( A8 M# s L; O4 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ^& {# r! T' r5 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" n- i- o. D0 }$ XWeathered 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,
' {# a1 o3 S; ^# T+ g; oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 e% ?3 X- a# j: n% E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / S: c, P1 \" s6 ^6 z: t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) c" U8 A! M: }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # E% `) K3 N: K1 P2 z s. U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, c2 b4 g! y8 s- p/ G- fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
P$ S" w+ H3 _8 f2 {0 e6 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 J4 ?+ K+ P# p$ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. Z3 w% p; ]! F, D, E0 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " E" p% L8 K# q5 p: {
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 f" h ~% w; `How you tried to set them free, 1 w, c5 \* ]4 b8 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, - \2 g- Q5 e3 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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