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! Y) G) Q2 Q( V, S6 J9 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% D; |; o: X n+ y( |" s9 Y8 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 w. D6 c1 u5 i; |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 T1 D+ m3 b% v$ U# `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 I8 Q& b% b( ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 k' i' y+ M. Z6 M7 P0 I/ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ e7 v. r& ^/ |! b2 Q& i+ zHow you tried to set them free,
) E2 i6 @ l3 w9 c. y P! kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# E5 u* b. s- ]4 D5 ~* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ s, Y$ U! y. x$ \9 {8 T \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 n3 S- x, M+ B8 C. e3 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( Y, z! q4 N3 ?' e& tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( H U0 Q! A. n' z- w. J7 P
+ n& Y; j8 P7 f7 i5 U7 U. P/ d" HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ W/ g( S1 \ m$ U% P$ ` R f8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
A1 a. g. n% a% ]9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 f( {) z$ I1 G* k: q, p9 B! H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; T0 z9 G: O# M+ \% eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & W4 b0 @4 c' g! y& u7 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 f: n, }: p4 v8 l8 C( E7 @- OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ~) h! R( M/ b* D0 c1 Y8 [7 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& W* U. A3 h5 J% M; Q' h( \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ a% Z2 q& k0 [. O7 ^* p" d8 H$ vHow you suffered for you sanity,
: C3 X' y! A" @" X5 A. CHow you tried to set them free,
i7 e/ N4 H1 @- ]0 q3 r9 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Q; w; Q% r5 _7 ^4 c- ]Perhaps they never will. |
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