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' c6 e) ~) Q" n" h/ V' zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( J; U& c }. k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: W) c8 W( m& D' J3 N3 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% a9 O9 W- Z1 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 t' x9 |* ]; L& F" hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& N4 M# B8 p- z) x+ a! q" l% D" n) k
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 o ?) g; a$ WHow you tried to set them free,
0 p5 w& U& I% y" E1 V9 G' N2 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! X! \- b! q. K+ O7 _- |( l$ `" dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - j. M# F. C3 ^% e/ s+ k3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. M; i X3 A( p. V' n+ c2 ?( xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 W# f9 B: E' m9 s+ fWeathered 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, 9 N0 [9 e% F; M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ A5 {, L1 b; W' B& w! D2 Z) C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; R+ o: ~+ n) _' P: {But I could have told you, Vincent,
# S5 [2 M6 Y& c% I& @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 E; z; K6 @: \ y( x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 \2 {' }( Q8 e: D8 d+ \' y; g% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # |& z2 I! O( ?0 n7 r$ f6 p/ T! p; ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( {$ `% L7 n( f, yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j* V5 ]) F' d/ u( b" |+ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. b N5 C' n; M0 ?0 cHow you suffered for you sanity,+ q6 U3 q- Q: {4 F$ W
How you tried to set them free, . E) z) [1 g A% B1 E, M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 o' |6 t7 U+ ~( j q/ o
Perhaps they never will. |
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