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! Q% q1 {1 [2 r- e3 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 P: Y+ k# ?6 n4 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 `. _# f; K1 H' ?( zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ c: v' a+ G; f2 o$ z3 k6 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - G) i( h+ ~, g( [; j% |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ]: j; [+ w2 B8 c+ I9 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ s3 q% ]! u. m6 r3 p+ Q$ f5 ?/ tHow you tried to set them free, * P d& E. B- K+ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ]; u5 J$ Y, k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 e L% ~' A4 H1 N* xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, z: G) i1 x5 S* R$ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & A- c/ E7 d4 z, z, d) J
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, ; f% Y0 y$ n$ u1 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ M* p7 M R# k6 S! }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 [1 k4 B0 s& r0 ^+ G
But I could have told you, Vincent, : Y# s6 {" x E7 U- t' u3 T0 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % }' ^ Q$ R$ D9 Y; ?3 @5 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ b. t: K& g' E/ b0 F" b; \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ Z/ g( O7 A% I# vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 |3 ?9 j9 ^9 D( n: L& V
The 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, - l& Q- C1 h9 X ?2 L
How you suffered for you sanity,, g% T7 l$ F" L7 ]+ m+ h! y. G
How you tried to set them free, 7 S8 U( S! ?) g2 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ G% f8 I1 z3 j1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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