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9 Z% l0 @7 I+ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ S: n0 W/ ^5 O( @; k0 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) U' P5 l3 c- R* ?5 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. R' ?: ^9 V% Q; \9 e- x) G% m0 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* J' H1 |6 W& F3 H sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 U$ O M& s2 G( D8 C. @1 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 i' j% M% V) o4 ^. u8 _' e; { |+ qHow you tried to set them free,
! E, j/ z. H! D3 F3 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ]6 ~% J: {. E, w5 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : o: D5 K N1 `' W+ e9 W* e1 z/ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) {, @* p0 ^& R) [6 }" ^) {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% t" N5 s4 ^2 x6 M' HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V4 \ E8 J$ R* n$ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 R! z- s6 W* RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 U: O3 T; N) t3 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ h6 F% |. z9 D9 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 J1 q: |) Y4 v C ^, ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 L; v8 s( y6 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 {; u' Q8 y' U1 T3 |0 T. }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ \; _4 @$ L* y) ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * h+ A4 ]5 L: V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 k5 x8 V5 j' H/ o }8 O8 o' r* O' ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ]3 h: U0 @" a8 `6 B3 z' dHow you suffered for you sanity,- X( u. Y) p/ r% u
How you tried to set them free,
' K) n" g, {) n; J f9 \9 j0 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 K8 [- q3 G, p! w, E1 DPerhaps they never will. |
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