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. H# E3 g; ^; W4 D4 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W$ \6 M$ n' J$ C: f. `: l0 N8 k0 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) y3 F$ i0 T9 N( ?% X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 j& S( f J- ? }' r1 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. [$ b% S4 G6 g8 V d% R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 L$ T% U% H6 B# o) b
How you suffered for you sanity, ) \1 p4 H/ Z r& d' x+ @, h
How you tried to set them free, : X6 S1 K- Q, W6 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 G; x1 Q1 _& ~1 i/ w4 ]: x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ L$ m2 _6 a) m# \& @& NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 R4 a) {: a u0 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" D$ b \' Y( v# }. M0 O6 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& K1 {8 O3 b) R7 S/ b0 w. Z B. V8 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# M; d$ k' W# U' z/ I/ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ a( j" p. n: e0 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % u& V/ @! [1 T, ]9 O& W
But I could have told you, Vincent, # m1 v& T9 d/ |8 I1 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# c: O( n8 {* F9 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' R) `. ]: r, D. DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % `! A% u" |7 P) {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , w4 I3 M! x" g! X% l
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, / a% t2 _- @( ^5 B. B
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `1 a, ^' {* h5 A1 N2 t3 tHow you tried to set them free, 0 c& Q. y3 L4 [9 T2 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* N; b' p* v9 B% f7 P" F( PPerhaps they never will. |
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