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# ^6 f1 c+ s& f; ~; dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F$ w+ x8 d+ @) i. ~9 c4 y2 O# B/ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 `4 j) v) U; e7 Q/ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 N' l' w `$ x6 o. qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 Z5 f7 l ~1 l3 t& o4 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# }" S+ a5 g7 g( X) ^How you suffered for you sanity,
) E, ?' f/ _; j* \: x: c4 v- hHow you tried to set them free,
u' k w( @' u- o7 r! g2 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ^! A# `' T+ R, G! V$ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 m: A: P7 u O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 n% Z- |) @3 I* ~- v7 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , e) U4 a8 s. X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 ]! }. q& ^( W4 S* h9 c6 v2 @4 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * L% Q& ]8 r' F8 P. W' h+ D' U# _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 V; f0 W0 L# t6 d$ y6 G/ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / Q6 e( Z# J+ q1 M& R8 a7 E" A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 s8 O& a8 {) H& n$ W R2 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' D2 i; c3 W1 q9 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 u# o0 }' W8 R# f. _4 d- CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K7 o2 G9 E" Q8 Z& D5 b$ g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 M6 c5 G8 L6 e. i' s+ y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 a1 N9 h% E; G) c% X; AHow you suffered for you sanity,. X+ n2 J9 d3 k+ R1 k+ ~
How you tried to set them free, ) f5 @# b# }. l& \, J4 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, - W. R: N$ L) C3 G$ y7 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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