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- S n. m2 `; s& W8 h, o5 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # X! D( U) W5 `( w: |! ]1 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) g& E8 x4 P8 Q" C' l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ^5 L, t* \/ V9 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ T9 H+ V. P# d+ H! H8 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( f: m# M! h9 [7 [2 S/ \5 m
How you suffered for you sanity, + a$ F3 `8 L1 b W9 H& ~2 |
How you tried to set them free, $ [. {8 O7 M3 ~1 z1 O% G7 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( c' x7 _# ?$ q% v p5 L" R' aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 g- D' S* J* \- E7 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ `. {1 R# |( e$ I3 O. iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . n7 g% n' P- Y: k/ b2 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, u: M$ N1 F6 _# C6 I& OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ t Y* L- v: K; n: A) nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - |* B4 \: I6 F! d! i! x* g, h( p
But I could have told you, Vincent, + N& ` E# g) x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 z3 T8 `. p9 f( D& q. V( }7 Y& ~. BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b5 q. B" Q3 r! s" U6 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: `$ b+ t" G: H4 Y- `% GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : {' ]! L. K3 o) ~ Z
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,
1 _! S7 ]2 ^3 B+ \+ e1 JHow you suffered for you sanity,5 i) a* X6 k! |* N. u. b, K/ T. Q6 Y
How you tried to set them free,
& I$ d5 W' B5 j7 p \0 i" f0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& k+ M) p7 x6 nPerhaps they never will. |
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