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1 x6 J" x3 j0 A! bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) x9 h$ k1 ~. q/ y5 D: v9 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( P# {# M, u. n! {( C# e6 `& A5 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ S/ y" r' ]+ }2 z9 U$ I7 w+ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ s6 h; k6 |, ^( V& DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 g2 D2 B; `+ [. e( E$ `
How you suffered for you sanity, * L E2 ^* @5 @- s! ]
How you tried to set them free, # z& U D: \) {9 I, g' Z+ G; E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Y+ a- c4 D( O# |8 r9 v2 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 v1 q8 y% k: w5 F, rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 F) q% n" \, A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ J: q2 W2 j& ^+ N' y! EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ?) G6 v5 Z6 p# A2 {$ I2 `
9 T; v2 I8 J% S4 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) `/ ?: ?8 l5 {* I! r5 `3 `6 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 `0 C* o- F4 N6 M0 l) H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : L; `2 D# N9 ?7 x* l; E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- w& q: m7 r# `: o1 P! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: B1 U( ~) K% y) ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Y4 u0 V$ t9 |' h/ t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 M5 K8 B. }$ s; f/ i9 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 n) @ w; r) Z# S: g0 p PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ p4 C5 { ^7 d& }6 Z) i- r" kHow you suffered for you sanity,
- |, G( r6 M4 f( P) x8 j; OHow you tried to set them free,
. x c6 L% Q' P* c4 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 {& g# b/ X7 V2 v+ J0 i& X" QPerhaps they never will. |
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