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5 d' S- f/ I4 Y, dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 s0 x7 Q% M; p! @: L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: p# `% Q h+ G7 r* E$ Z$ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ?% y, E/ {! M9 H/ Z* u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . x$ t5 M" ~9 B) h2 X5 I+ [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 F# d9 l' F& m6 e# F1 \ l) zHow you suffered for you sanity, ; t6 n3 a& G6 s+ W+ |7 `% e/ D) U
How you tried to set them free,
) O% k/ x: { m8 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. A8 ^9 I) d; F _- v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, p: K/ n' [; L$ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% f0 A/ z' l u( MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 F( r. V( X& }( w5 ]3 B, VWeathered 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,
$ f/ |0 h% s7 l+ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + o, J9 ?7 R) o+ q" z: m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 j8 h7 Z! o/ s K8 p1 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; m k; K# G. }0 P0 ]2 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 n+ V. J4 ^7 m( N3 o* P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 e, O7 A, Z9 L6 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 a: B. l# e$ ~3 j6 ~" \# Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % b8 G& @4 t z! ^7 ^
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, + k' _: }1 M" Q! i- t* `
How you suffered for you sanity,
( V- W: f/ L3 f# s& I {- }How you tried to set them free,
7 K# W* h7 |( H* HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( e" ]% U8 t6 ?( x, p
Perhaps they never will. |
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