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5 X3 G9 A* H" Y4 t, CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 y( k/ I/ c7 V& ^* U$ R$ g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 r4 Q1 s$ P$ c% N4 u" c: ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Y4 ^7 ^7 ~5 g; L! i8 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , i8 `# V+ n" _0 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- d& `1 x! F" S0 a( @* o
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 i5 b% m5 ~5 c& b y# w
How you tried to set them free, & m+ d, ]5 ?1 j F. n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 r* ~3 I% y* N' [4 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, W$ W1 G( C, H& \2 t& [: \6 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " [5 c& E* b2 ?7 G9 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - `( T/ S! J' p6 W: e3 k: e$ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 k% S! x1 r) F% }: c' m* z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( w8 k. l- S& z K& f- j% k) ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( O' d9 J( s) y1 u; P! T' n' R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Q9 n P# |$ W7 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ z% P* t. a* \! ]9 c; FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! P- n% d' N* M0 K G0 W1 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 u" j% W6 f7 J8 ?: P0 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' Z' D% h3 m6 \8 G& a& C4 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - V6 y& a$ I! Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' m) e, D) E% Z" |How you suffered for you sanity,% N1 J. K9 s, v+ G
How you tried to set them free, 9 h7 g, g0 Z3 t: j+ L0 C8 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: l& {1 x3 V3 _* x1 e+ wPerhaps they never will. |
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