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+ L& @1 h# V! s g! wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , h: h4 e+ `) V! W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ]# n: L) @" M8 V9 w( H1 K8 ?9 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- @8 f! \4 }/ L, _$ ] a3 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 l* H8 T& S% i9 c6 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ~6 v/ v% u4 }8 Y+ ?1 t, ~How you suffered for you sanity, & ~5 x" N# b: c) C
How you tried to set them free, $ T) a* n+ R% N/ J. ^$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 A9 R4 V; @& s5 O+ Z* `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + U6 B5 P0 `# g' {4 T! O* x/ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' L6 Q# n& w7 [, ~6 j" U9 H7 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: k! a4 e6 N+ [6 V! |- @( lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & q- e/ R5 c& ?4 o# y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ H/ L: B3 E9 Q& o2 \- wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 N7 J5 T1 \2 c$ L. f$ Y0 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & A( s0 H6 M7 K, b5 D4 z' |
But I could have told you, Vincent, * A+ l F# \( U, x( z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( U% @& E- i( j; p* j4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 u* u' V2 H* P8 C, _1 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , ]7 F* l- W, c; D
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, 8 w2 q: n* w( @) W+ S: ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
% p; C* [. f' z7 z$ xHow you tried to set them free,
, n; F6 k7 J/ m/ rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
j& K* H( C7 y' `$ xPerhaps they never will. |
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