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# O- ?0 e8 F" c/ i: |* JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J/ N! G: p5 _" S; e3 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 o8 Y( A: X8 L8 P6 ]' v k3 r- C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 `4 R, N$ D/ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ I7 o- ~" l) P3 ?5 p- s/ N, DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ a& s1 n# x! ]8 C8 R% i
How you suffered for you sanity,
: L! ?9 I1 U4 {" T2 T9 y! u) H4 \How you tried to set them free,
( R3 p" e- [/ `7 E) l9 T& uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + V& `. j& A2 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ v# Y% Q8 z8 X {/ `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ^. p9 g, [" Q2 D' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 p& ]/ f! B6 H) m) M- vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, n8 l- G6 _3 ?4 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 F- u! @5 {9 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |8 m* l6 l& J8 M7 r( r3 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. `, o' a2 k- N8 t0 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 b9 L( E8 J; c$ O$ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : _: F5 X1 x4 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 c( D7 h2 m, }& A# l- P& ~" p4 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : K" Z5 R+ v: r, Q+ \: K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 i6 h( C2 h" }: p. 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, + | o1 d/ _ S& ^1 D8 s1 x i
How you suffered for you sanity,' u- y8 C3 d P
How you tried to set them free, , m" \! @" B# _9 t- q" ?% A6 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ y; o1 c: p1 e j4 F" o& rPerhaps they never will. |
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