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; {0 N6 O- U) ^/ y1 K* ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
?/ X _' b( v* m. O. s& U7 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 e1 [7 S3 F4 y0 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ~+ F8 |* S J+ f, F: j# j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " P5 z1 n# B) d% q4 P: x- U5 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( r! b& T$ v; w# {2 U# B% \6 X3 @# z5 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
. x+ C6 V# @$ h. |How you tried to set them free,
) d7 Q2 d# {7 _0 w# f, @9 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& q8 ?# a8 s2 D- h$ N P+ ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 U; s/ g* ^" F a u: y# G2 q5 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Y/ R- i, d; K K% j% pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D6 N; a+ ]' W m u J% B3 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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m! D& Q- L* U/ {6 a1 w" {- c( t1 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 T+ P% {7 R/ d: Q; d( C" e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 v9 D8 @' o+ E1 r8 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) J, o+ S4 e2 c/ T4 H( BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 b3 {. X$ W) p9 g H R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % x/ B5 s2 v0 D2 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # w1 f: i9 N& i3 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) v! B* s3 I; R; a9 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ |) L) D# r# ]* T! p( d7 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / O% L' o/ F! G& B' Q/ W; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 _6 N8 E( P |& C, h* pHow you tried to set them free, , e* p6 m$ P P" V2 |; W
They would not listen they're not listening still, % _7 R7 E2 m b) U- v0 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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