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# X0 l" ~. x( A) Y$ O( \ O5 L1 ` uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) L3 c) a/ F, o" W; ]7 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) L" J& H) Y0 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, A/ @* l! \1 T) A# R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Z! q* R# {. G1 n. R( ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 v0 Z) _" ~6 y+ r( G4 Y$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
. H) O& I, L3 d6 B Q. x" WHow you tried to set them free,
3 g! U5 H; |' a* j1 _0 K, G# jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Y# b/ V- c& K+ {# l) s8 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 p8 `+ u$ r2 d: F, E7 a' ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. K9 `' z) B/ ^4 m/ e# AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% @7 e/ C r8 o7 q' sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; \; v1 I, F3 U* u# |0 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - S( r0 H7 h0 H) g J: Z ^/ _, a1 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 U0 P4 z: [0 X0 t" j3 H* S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 j6 B r4 j5 L. y0 X |But I could have told you, Vincent,
( h+ m& x& [ }* SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 v6 `& L8 q: YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % Z4 D: L6 f* K# U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& L' U/ q/ \, h1 oThe 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, + ?) J4 r4 H+ t# I& K: |
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 B( y# b0 c% F8 ~How you tried to set them free,
' c: C, a, J- u8 Y* z+ [; sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 J" x& ^4 L% [4 w: S0 xPerhaps they never will. |
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