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1 c2 b# ]" `; IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ?9 a" V2 }) _. I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 I6 t- {: F1 P: Q4 ~1 [8 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" `# R' J0 n x- A, e cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 [0 H( U" d f) A' s8 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ]8 R3 Y; a0 f( r, `! w8 ?How you suffered for you sanity, ' p2 m" c6 z5 }( C" ^
How you tried to set them free, 1 m8 p8 M8 o+ `" T; O. t9 X0 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 f& r7 }2 {5 B _2 d3 ?0 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 P! S9 H( `0 ]( `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / R4 p3 |$ H( ?3 E8 m( w# H5 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 \) i' ?( p# j3 n1 B3 o+ OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 A. C' M5 p ~4 ]6 L( MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ n, m( D' t# AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 g& x# \- Y, O _8 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, N' K; v, U6 C8 X! ^" H0 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 v) W% _6 R7 F8 N8 [2 o- YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. o Y% U+ }" d$ PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 V8 Q" i2 Q/ Y& F2 d. h: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* V7 t+ V$ t' b* M8 ZThe 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,
# {1 ^* b( n1 w) `! S# {How you suffered for you sanity,5 v9 A! {# S+ M `
How you tried to set them free,
6 a5 N$ v/ U, L7 B+ R$ RThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 _8 O% L. z2 r4 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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