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; g0 {( c$ ?0 {9 |1 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 K) \' i% F5 F4 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 M# m8 q" _" b8 q4 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# V- N" a. Z; _7 J$ ]- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 j% m5 ?9 }" {+ ~7 l. t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ?, }0 N# {9 l1 |' YHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 s' m" T' H- {* hHow you tried to set them free,
1 b, d4 L N: y- o/ _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; b; ]7 ?5 r' @% `3 N! n. M( }, uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Z: H7 B+ O# N. b5 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ d( \6 B: U; w5 Q+ r2 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, t4 ]/ |2 C* I! `8 v. e: }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ V0 w8 \; m( H$ T& p- M- ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& E; m, I( q/ m5 ^, VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - a5 l" q5 `- b- R' ^; g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) A4 z# D+ X. C6 v* l, g* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. f$ I8 j3 d; q4 g7 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( L( {" H$ R6 s: k8 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 a2 ^% i+ a! n. l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , K- N: ?* G! b; _1 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 k4 M& Z# ~6 o0 P. c% V( T
* G) w% s$ o: y) @0 _' _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 F, K3 {7 B* k) [& k q uHow you suffered for you sanity,$ ?$ ~# t, k) T6 |" |% G
How you tried to set them free,
+ P9 l6 X: X8 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" J2 P2 Y: Q5 C( V9 a: V$ gPerhaps they never will. |
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