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1 B d+ H7 K8 N3 Y- UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! H8 m/ `6 v3 w7 _& C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
@2 f8 u7 I) t) p( ]+ C8 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Q, J( s0 [5 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) T4 F. @+ G( K# ~, P) W5 Q! ~- Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
d! R( T' c4 ?8 w2 y2 ]3 j. IHow you suffered for you sanity, : K" v+ Y% q( p4 Q# W5 u
How you tried to set them free, 0 Q& ~5 y+ E0 X0 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; M* O+ G- B. Y( _2 I/ r6 h/ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \7 Q( r; j* X7 Y# ]2 \9 v! Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + {! E, l* P1 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - A& C6 Z8 d& l: \& O8 Q' p7 B' P
Weathered 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, 1 |3 h# T4 \0 a* W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( n( J- @" h4 Y8 B3 v, x! |You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! S" P" v% | ^- \; n0 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% p% L! b1 i$ x+ K% X3 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, j3 ]- `0 ~# S) e) {6 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 m/ t& c+ W2 Q) g2 s0 M- sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 f f* \' n3 I9 G3 n1 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / X! n! w2 q0 C: t5 x0 }9 u, H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. h9 T. U; C9 i J4 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) f8 q. K/ Y+ o
How you suffered for you sanity,3 g* M8 z$ d6 T; e, ]
How you tried to set them free, $ [5 d" }: o! B+ o* e( b* F. @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 \' B8 Z9 Y+ X2 T. Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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