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0 a; w; s' g8 S5 E7 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* K) J9 q) E5 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 k& [5 I5 B- s! h9 m) L1 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( l& y/ `) t, z7 S$ G$ g# L' x; GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% h/ r( L1 ]. G% xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ?0 g) X& r+ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 d) h4 {( m) X6 wHow you tried to set them free,
3 L) e# Q& w3 B+ I# C- G5 C% {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ^# ?# B* n" [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% X, ]/ e! h- y nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x1 W* F& y% }" l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 c: M- R. G- n( e" z% [, yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ G; z: u7 i1 s8 k# a3 J% L' TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 a2 m/ W5 G! V- r' r: V8 i( FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / w7 K, ?6 f- c7 m; n, s6 W4 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 s$ T4 c8 V o1 f. B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - L( n' A" d( O9 O0 S, i& Q" A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G1 |: }# C+ H$ j( d# v/ A1 `6 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Q" a3 g& I V" H' Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ l7 h: O% B) H2 m* H. @8 U) U" s* kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " [6 ]" Y* c* h" t
7 k$ K/ i |3 @) B; sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 h7 |" z: _- a1 ~" z1 A! ?. e9 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
, a$ v; Q, Z% b$ B) a, `' g0 qHow you tried to set them free,
( l& X# x! I8 }: I( n: f) hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 z9 G( X" T! S9 _3 j) R2 ~# k8 ~, mPerhaps they never will. |
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