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" z! A- M8 p5 ]9 i3 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 U* g/ l' d: g, Z" w9 h! {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 l! ^% P4 J7 {4 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 o7 { Z+ |% n9 x/ |& mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 R: g2 q0 M5 m8 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Z: w* M! h% T i" X
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 D. y5 B2 _! H) o/ D2 [4 CHow you tried to set them free,
) D" J, n5 O7 ?. q, WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 t( Z, a8 h `5 h1 g0 _6 @! S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 F5 l4 f3 _- V) }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~; C9 W8 i- q/ G2 M' d4 ~* h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 A, `- U# N' [. h/ R+ u2 z) T! g4 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 x! A) B9 j7 z" m0 C/ R( w& @/ r- f- }
, f2 s8 w' K, lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , P% k3 R6 ~5 a' O. ]" o A2 a; j& P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / {% R1 _' [7 P; S5 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . a' N/ n6 M5 s6 c/ {" {/ i. v+ _/ P6 w7 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 f& {; G- K$ s& T& q, wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . }0 m& Z5 a, f7 C. D" N7 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ~2 _4 \* q7 @& S* d' C: ~: VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + r# w P& ^! M4 A8 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' V* m. L& a5 B. P* |* V- c. x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 h! a' {/ C4 k9 jHow you suffered for you sanity,7 T/ ~2 U4 U" u" Q# t- D
How you tried to set them free, 7 R& a1 [: Z1 k/ |/ \5 Q: a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! C7 Q5 y1 W: [2 @$ WPerhaps they never will. |
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