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`3 p8 O2 _4 @2 `" u5 q8 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * x' M. z4 x; k; ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 v, w; v8 S% dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Q/ K1 W1 `# {+ @9 w* {- |9 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* d& \- V/ J/ n1 K- W1 Q5 I6 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& Q" B* C. G0 k* G9 |" i7 ?2 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
: a; ~' _" j) p4 }5 \How you tried to set them free,
6 `2 G( T$ U9 x. ]6 O8 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: {5 ^/ {' F3 I L2 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 I" I( v0 p, x* CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; G& I* t# s! s1 ]0 l0 \8 P0 @& M; f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : t( C& Q# e% t" T+ Y! S6 Z2 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % |. E* `6 o" ?+ S/ {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , C1 Q0 ]7 S0 C7 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , [* P% x' [% {* }8 N. u: b2 ?6 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 O, d) e. [& e' eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 \, T Q3 h- O6 P H O5 a& y" A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 J# ^0 J( M" ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 M+ T' t$ y9 R# K" P9 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 W; M3 L. E G9 J& O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 h6 v; d% i9 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. A) |! g$ k/ H( W6 ^0 J& cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ^% q1 m+ i& ~& V# E
How you suffered for you sanity,
# e% [7 r1 _6 _6 F& sHow you tried to set them free,
6 o/ _" f6 y8 M- l& s2 B0 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, % {2 V* `4 U+ O. D
Perhaps they never will. |
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