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" M: n9 X; k% Z! O+ [& i9 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 c! N: s- T! N$ |9 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 _; r& o3 p |$ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- J: W4 B6 J$ c# |) c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - s' o2 `6 i4 _1 ]+ T$ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 P" q; {4 E! h7 t* Z, U* H
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 _9 ~- k5 [0 H( U) P. g. M- u
How you tried to set them free,
7 K4 c) N' y6 j) t I6 h yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ T, j. O1 L) |1 s; \+ m8 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 x0 U9 ^% {6 @6 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q- r& E0 f+ L2 J+ B$ J$ n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 @$ I: q9 h& M9 G) I: u; D
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, . L0 K. _" H8 j- T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ D& D+ t v* J1 L+ ^. @/ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( |3 L7 z& h# {# O; G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 D0 U9 I$ ]1 W% Q$ @: Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * W' P. q- j; J" z4 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ F3 J6 C5 \3 u. P7 u+ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & K( @- q9 i& U( G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" s6 @9 x7 p( y F5 |, k5 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 s8 W. J# c9 s |- A& ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 }' ~, P; o- d* l2 UHow you suffered for you sanity,- A( O! D' u& F. e
How you tried to set them free,
J8 X2 I3 C+ K- o5 x, o- GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) X8 m$ W+ t& k# z4 oPerhaps they never will. |
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