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9 g6 F+ q3 z" b4 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ o. }' U8 a3 s: t/ C3 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % m# X) b1 k+ p( Z, e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% b7 W6 Y5 R" E/ p. Q: ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 Q( ~! ^1 K$ E, bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 K ^1 ~; `2 j% L2 Q$ m3 P! }
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 p. |( }+ E8 ~! m7 ~' I6 t
How you tried to set them free, 3 [, t3 W x* d( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 {# ?% H8 G0 d$ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 u& J( B7 ~2 P2 e& L% n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 T8 e: k$ G4 c7 |' O& f) k9 T: ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ?$ }8 h0 R5 q% e( J1 V, S" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 F) d; P) l1 S+ q, C% K/ `+ p+ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 R8 v8 c0 v& ?$ N* [9 g1 V2 Q3 D+ k+ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + W s( `' b4 v4 K- w" A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * W* `- a0 B# Z0 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ^/ p5 P) a5 E9 A% `# UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" H8 y' |3 h" R9 [6 [ y! O* \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ~3 ^: W9 H' x: ~( [% sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# [6 @0 ^4 n# z+ u B$ ^1 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 u- m/ t3 s* s& U4 N, G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
|4 A" N) c. T2 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ g5 w# v) E" v6 E8 nHow you tried to set them free,
7 K! r4 p" S1 O2 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 U- o4 U- f6 C0 k: @- W
Perhaps they never will. |
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