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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + b. A" g# r- w2 C, d6 y, @# G0 F! ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' i- M( l# t/ s1 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 @4 W: O# Y5 p1 K0 U" w }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b1 a% Z8 _1 B$ D+ B0 Z& ]2 U& W. dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ p7 f/ \' w3 C2 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 J$ @( d6 ?& s+ qHow you tried to set them free,
; c7 n1 c- ^8 a- ]5 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% q- a; Z/ U: qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) y$ `! O+ q0 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 G5 u! ^5 Y4 @! m4 _0 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 H X! ?, ]3 @: E% |
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,
' A/ R2 R0 A3 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r5 e$ N1 c: ?, fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . s% G2 q+ [7 W* I) L: N4 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% y* y* T2 c4 j1 Q& RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* H. r9 |, @ q5 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c0 d: @' b: c' P yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ y0 x6 Y6 t2 r* J$ S( G0 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / y" a3 u7 O3 [6 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 u2 T: q% k, J, L/ F8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 W" l% ]" L' L* e7 A$ CHow you suffered for you sanity,7 D& C) w' P6 r% F/ Y
How you tried to set them free,
, R& z" Z+ y: G9 A3 w% }1 a0 ~( ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, : Z' T& F* U9 Q' q9 }; ^/ J! r
Perhaps they never will. |
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