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2 s+ \/ ]1 @! ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 N* T( c% J, @: k5 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ~8 q) ~( p' r ]& y! Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ N- u! M' x$ z; M7 T9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 a7 U2 D: b$ r9 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 P* J _( ^. z" s C# C8 R3 ]9 W
How you suffered for you sanity, " s! l6 J8 r- A
How you tried to set them free,
4 w5 ?! V6 g( Q; r" T1 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" x! ~: B) `7 ~; I# Q7 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
E# s# y0 I$ k& s) ?# {& `0 C/ sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 {6 v6 L3 l. ^# q0 S' d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& P2 u2 B# I& z' G8 G) `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,
$ @( M( S2 _1 R }" aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 c1 f3 `$ C: Y+ {7 R% `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, G$ D5 f; V8 ~* F; m1 f& T7 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( E; q1 E5 M! t, H5 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 H7 A$ {: ?9 n/ b- u4 p; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 V2 K8 c! A# ^+ h& a7 }3 R5 _# B. R; aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & _. N/ n. s8 w! ^: ?( V& c
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, * W6 Z3 O* q& l. Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
; b! t" ^- W2 r& D2 G, bHow you tried to set them free, 3 o# }, n! F! h' S0 X! U: \! O4 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / Z; o* P8 s" n& W8 T. ^2 Y9 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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