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$ C% G4 U; J1 u- I P7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% m' E0 ]8 K+ o* RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : u' |5 s9 Z! n2 O5 V/ D6 c: ^7 m! f% E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 S2 ]2 x& y7 d. SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 D+ o$ s) K: v$ x9 ^: ~6 p; X" K2 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) H y. d+ n- F7 Z; A
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 Y* F5 {) \, S: h/ o: } a
How you tried to set them free,
; o% w$ M7 f. M* h6 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 I$ y. H1 W4 B+ q- g# s3 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ]2 p z0 v; U7 S% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , R' {) b5 {6 i7 M i7 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 N: ]' E6 |) ~7 o1 F# s% C- h% XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D, j' ]4 D( `; Z# q) h9 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / f9 z+ c7 m5 C6 ~3 m! v( k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' z7 |/ y8 y& N7 d- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: P: }6 }3 Q8 C! |4 Z' E. W) bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, B' v6 R$ l, _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + X$ V& ?! T5 W; h. x' z! [5 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; m- g9 Z3 K1 H0 Y2 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; A. b4 t0 q. z8 o" {# U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- o, X- R9 ^: kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' z% c t. H6 L: dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; K7 p/ p$ \) B$ h) K- iHow you suffered for you sanity,; _/ ?2 \* w7 R8 i, f& Z
How you tried to set them free,
9 _2 k2 l. R2 N0 l2 N6 m9 u0 N5 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' x% t0 Z, d, o! y+ U0 n2 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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