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/ A4 B* D8 n* Q7 p& T( nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' O6 L% |0 q( r& r4 Q# ]6 Z0 k5 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 a+ y% n+ P, o, z$ OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N, Z5 I! m& V2 [, a7 b6 r& A6 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 t* s1 n% w0 r1 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: g7 z: k# K7 t- m$ h3 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 _! `( j$ X, `* K, T9 H0 g+ ]How you tried to set them free, J# S3 s. r& ^$ q, i; _* ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ b& p& ^3 f+ p1 x5 k. iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 f4 k- d, s4 c/ y8 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 O9 h% X7 z. k' i& l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 r1 o4 T/ v; ?/ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) l" R/ X8 |/ {- o- X; V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 z+ Y5 L) X d7 A( zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ P1 \' C2 {, e; hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . r4 J" h9 C) C/ f6 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 n8 d9 y# ]5 W' E. `8 }) v& w7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( S' J! F$ }/ _# UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( O/ z* J+ [' j7 U- k& HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) a- O1 c8 N2 W: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ? g: d' Z* N5 e/ _+ K$ f gThe 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,
: T+ o* n9 J! f% A: GHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i. Q7 E: O9 p3 y0 [How you tried to set them free, , o' U F) {( u7 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 q0 \3 R2 W) q( W1 O' c+ bPerhaps they never will. |
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