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; q8 W, ` b$ i4 x8 A4 m# Z5 C AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' N5 }$ J( ^& R& t' iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + x/ Q9 S9 ~+ W$ x5 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# v9 N$ q* u2 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I& l/ {2 m8 m7 S) dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 c' E: `7 G0 v% Y1 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
) l6 J" n& p( \How you tried to set them free,
9 C" J/ n3 [. z) f+ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ q, l& S3 M4 n4 u+ \1 n( OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U* `( N# E9 H6 x- D H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 r; } i* k. w' A' f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ [- \! T: m5 B# ]5 m6 h( DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 _* A8 {8 ?" v# {" X. X" o* J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 @& X- G8 c3 l* |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) o1 ?) a) x7 @* H% k% A; |$ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" I: C4 f& s! c) S$ t5 @. eBut I could have told you, Vincent, . x8 ~9 f- R. Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 |* G* q5 v. v' O& k3 i7 V. o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( S6 b5 u/ e) V# N' G: jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ @9 I& S/ G7 O5 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" e, f) S# y" m! P4 o: GThe 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, / r1 `& N. h3 g. ~# r0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 n+ ~7 Q! p! I- IHow you tried to set them free,
$ h) X6 x. n; I: b5 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, % C' P4 \) K9 o5 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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