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& \2 k, i/ b& b% H& T5 y+ [3 {; H6 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * V0 ~0 C# p: ^( t9 t# M3 }3 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' L7 \) I' ~, i- D" S- `, qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- d! i0 S" o: B3 [3 I+ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ^: J, Q2 Q$ V$ L$ ^, [* B: c( |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 n5 T* t/ X+ j7 Y* ^- f& K
How you suffered for you sanity, ; H: r& g3 t3 V4 E% k% ~! o: j
How you tried to set them free, 5 }6 @$ y$ O3 |% {* a. b1 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F# O) E* ^8 J( l& m, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L5 v: [# @# J' w- }% JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E& Y* R' [8 q- B' g) k1 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ?7 C9 W# D7 t! Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 s! {) G2 q7 q. E5 r0 n5 y1 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; o$ }2 p3 P }& D* G" z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 V B& ^$ V/ O4 l* V% L0 A; z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* [+ N' A* D, v2 c/ }7 p c5 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 X3 e) u0 i3 U! _% SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " w; E7 H* ~: H7 j+ S% N! r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" q5 ~1 \; K- HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. I, d- h( r- S% k% }: xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 R" j& g @. D* H, Z$ }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % J, f2 }' d2 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 a, U8 M d$ M* yHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 A( A6 Q% L+ g& }* I. a7 @( {How you tried to set them free, 1 Y# c3 h& N" I c3 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 P; h. j7 ]" E1 d0 r1 ~4 t: UPerhaps they never will. |
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