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* L) H6 R' x( y* b3 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! d+ M" h( ^( g: ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / m2 T+ G2 Q' a7 O7 \+ `1 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 A+ E' Q0 y* U: n* }, s3 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * s3 { O7 C5 j1 J9 U. R% ?( E* K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ s! w( z9 C, L5 F5 h# K# a; }How you suffered for you sanity,
# k+ c* U% K& D3 JHow you tried to set them free, 3 Z: k% B+ @: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Q& V- q( C- j2 P* W; s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 X, i- m, q$ T! z* F3 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( H; H1 v; O8 P6 m" T6 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " [6 N8 W- c6 z! ?6 ^- G6 C! a& {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, L) W* y( I3 f& KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* L0 E" O) ]6 A ]7 C, @% MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + A( s) j1 f8 o6 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" a# J' z- C2 l+ L: g. jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" m7 _: a3 V9 E1 A& v- B4 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - U: h( b; f/ |* l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% H$ t; m" z: e8 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + u- o( `) D: z$ r7 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ~" ?8 c1 B4 C% @ P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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R. M" ?, a6 C! L* DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' w6 ~3 M; Z+ \$ O: J( R, n+ R. w2 G
How you suffered for you sanity,4 w/ e5 Q4 N( W, R
How you tried to set them free, ; t# C+ _. a; ^7 j7 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 q: m! e( @2 q8 W2 \ X2 ]8 {Perhaps they never will. |
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