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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % B+ ^1 m9 j0 x3 U) ~6 G9 i# H1 f* v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r" ^% `, k' b% L) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' _+ X# W% I- h- E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& e( y* D. |9 b, n# }+ v G( P: ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 B4 ]& C- }% A( CHow you suffered for you sanity, " x) Q( L' y: t) r8 y
How you tried to set them free,
; R- r+ h' w* R+ u& k: P' ?" p4 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" S3 e3 D- Q4 c# ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 e% w3 Y4 Q2 X; Y- bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' o) Z: B+ J" o+ D9 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Q/ D- \- l5 l* I+ A6 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 Y7 p! O0 b5 N, MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 a2 l1 c3 [; B& x3 K6 \4 O6 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; N# f, G5 _2 I* b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 ?) F* m) {& q, t1 Y* A& D3 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ E& ?' G; D8 K0 k1 Z) dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 @- @6 s; v, b$ O4 _* Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) b* |1 l8 Y' j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 M9 v) T8 `) HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; x. m# z: ]8 _) u; MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ U) h6 d& q- H) Z: p+ YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! i6 P5 D) y8 [4 r% S- q: X0 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
' ]8 [& g# Q* N2 [" O. ]How you tried to set them free,
2 e# E) Q }1 t, p. rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ l. Y4 u) {, I. Z5 V5 K8 Q3 Y" A- d5 SPerhaps they never will. |
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