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9 D8 l. f* K9 A! C8 w3 k! M9 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / b7 ^5 E0 p4 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' s* k: R) E, J( U. C9 w- w4 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, O2 S/ x4 H2 D' Y- W2 R7 @+ [; p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 I. r; i7 z+ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; \# e: e ^+ c9 r: tHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 J* m4 L* `# P( jHow you tried to set them free,
1 O F. ?, M" H) WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 `% |! A6 n# _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 t! i8 u- @- G9 Y3 Z- SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; H/ q8 V2 n H+ o9 }! m7 S4 A3 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ?. P7 S9 a! T! F7 _$ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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q! c3 {5 x9 W: f- n" \/ r7 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 f z) ]" h# V; p5 y. U! v9 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 p9 i" x* N1 S- M# q# r4 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Y6 {+ ^1 a- T. P. y4 e8 ?; DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 a! f% I$ {' FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' @7 k3 u6 p% ]( `% v' J& I2 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 e6 N# Q/ L7 H% [+ Q. f6 w. b. iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ X! p h6 N& @( ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 K7 M) A% u4 P" `$ x* M1 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " V9 {& @& ?6 r4 Q9 Q6 F% |# e0 F& V
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ T7 M3 E5 k( ^How you tried to set them free, ) V, }+ O3 i( w5 W6 @& T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. C: ^2 W' Q, }7 K d" mPerhaps they never will. |
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