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+ K4 k' A; c4 X) @4 ?: J9 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 v2 x( c4 H: T; O" \3 n) ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : s* @6 v7 ?( a3 c/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S8 d- Y& h9 U* ?) d' ~- vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' H0 e9 B' S# c% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 k$ i. ]0 {( v' K. C
How you suffered for you sanity,
* L1 c a, R1 m8 A1 _How you tried to set them free, & n2 e5 i5 G( t: m8 K# T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 f( I, I+ X X8 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 B* P2 w/ ~5 \% x; C* S7 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 M& i5 } X0 O) [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 |; q. Y, Q$ L) p( p8 n' Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 y4 m8 z! w4 C$ c" {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, g+ ~- K4 Q- v4 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : O+ j; J# `, I$ R" b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 `- _* F7 e, D8 h: ]9 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; S1 l3 D9 n4 h2 B" XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. \; V/ x: Q, s+ q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " |! }- v! A. X# c* O' E+ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: m& S4 p; A: M$ C" R0 O# J/ d5 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 N; a& t6 B" ] ]* ?/ ?) f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* M9 U4 j0 k3 s! R; k$ |# INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 W' r( _$ e9 z
How you suffered for you sanity,* ~# Q0 v% O# z# V+ `
How you tried to set them free,
6 {! X, x5 u) G; t& d1 Q* d: j z( E. aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; I/ c" @! L) v# Z0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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