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9 r7 M* S6 J" z- \- c; \. r7 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 a1 R0 ]/ q8 G* d, i9 Q$ [$ [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( c8 P/ J, ?% a5 S' L* u l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) C! w& s- h3 z! i# M% q8 }. S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ~0 e8 j- M" C4 ]8 t& yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 H0 B6 `( |9 k8 u7 V" w/ P
How you suffered for you sanity, $ Q8 l: e s: [5 Q
How you tried to set them free, 7 v7 P5 u8 L9 E% y0 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 t. `6 Y3 E: `+ z$ u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 t7 L6 X" M3 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" d$ X; V. b0 b" b# xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( O* c: g( y' M# n3 H: k4 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 [" X, J) j2 \5 O/ N/ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . p2 P' p( ^: P* x- h, B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 v* C2 U) c% k' DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / l; } Q+ o7 z0 X) k. }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ]3 ~& D6 i( d/ G& t/ T5 w, W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 U% k% c" C7 v' d& D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ D' p- C/ ^0 n, _% H, f$ B2 E; Q+ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / `% E# l) L5 s7 B6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- p' V" y- L8 T* w# g R$ n1 P* lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, j' o/ r9 L! n$ q% BHow you suffered for you sanity,8 z9 n* u" ]6 [) K, `% V0 C! r
How you tried to set them free,
t- R( h; C+ ?5 O' f CThey would not listen they're not listening still, , z+ Q+ F3 B5 W+ q8 H& q4 v9 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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