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0 L5 N$ A6 v% @- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 j" i' D [" q7 \# j. ?8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Q7 T* s& \9 p6 A. ?. bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% \ ~7 j9 s% W" q* qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' A5 G, c- f9 K" Z$ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 v$ p) b3 ?& N7 ^) jHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 y* x# q8 j& E! i: C* j
How you tried to set them free,
$ y9 F) ?8 b1 r! N, Q3 N; v# zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: Z. [, o6 I: d) H1 J! q6 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D, H( [: @3 z, G9 c* x9 J* x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# r9 j' @9 Z! s. B% uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 s: l8 b( t7 n5 @7 A8 A. m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ?6 e$ {7 n4 M$ A2 M: bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( a# u+ q# K9 T) y& ?$ \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( T. T4 D: D/ t2 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% O# C; s- j6 z/ p/ D+ H6 j" t/ TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 y. e4 b' l1 s$ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 |+ Q. ]# ~) a7 j: }5 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; A3 D$ {5 ]- q$ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 l8 i1 H8 _0 Y8 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # |& D3 W& S: `6 \: H5 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ]+ p) c8 O; N+ G; l4 {0 F- }How you suffered for you sanity,
' o# D1 m B. W3 A! U: n- H7 _' DHow you tried to set them free, 4 {7 _$ N! f3 c& Y; @. {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 n; O7 w. r/ U& l3 m, f* J+ YPerhaps they never will. |
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