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4 h$ r) k" R7 v2 k% gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( j/ C3 V: i! n4 A# T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( W i+ X( l* ]6 U8 T. v) w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, k: l* t% z$ f( C* M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 q1 V* U% ] j8 ^6 _6 C7 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me, C: V/ y! V1 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
) m- u3 @$ g, M- hHow you tried to set them free,
4 ?: P7 U5 ?2 c# l0 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) E- t: u6 w" P+ \* }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ P6 p; V8 K0 M; f% r# [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 G' N' ^0 S# U# q0 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! b) Y r* |% L) ?( @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / @7 N6 }/ i2 K6 Z7 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ U( p7 G% H/ d2 z0 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 a* _& |1 y1 J5 N7 b; u5 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: d+ `& ?$ |! l/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ?1 @1 j% g! |6 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ j$ Y1 I' b. b! ~/ B( w2 ^7 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # `5 Z I4 t* M1 v4 L: l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! T" W: F, q1 {4 Q- K0 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) L4 W, L- ?+ e# V$ y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 z$ Q* G8 C; N7 w0 }" R6 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 c0 R7 p/ `! ^! \ }0 j
How you suffered for you sanity,1 A* ~& A( q$ d; Z7 }0 \9 [! S
How you tried to set them free,
2 n! E! b' X- tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 |8 n) `+ Z9 M1 C1 v4 ?8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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