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/ _/ S9 C& D( R# N# |* r; `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - O5 c# Y" M! X" n& K( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 `: C) \7 v* r ~6 U) AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 s3 ]2 L( a, x+ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- N7 j+ P2 N6 _* w3 j; ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. x1 _& J. d$ ?: G9 T$ h& G/ A
How you suffered for you sanity, . H) w, ]: r& d* c$ v; H& I
How you tried to set them free,
* k5 S- u( E) iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " U4 Y' e( C1 o, [0 N+ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. t, _; ~# {' r0 l" gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ]9 n. ^( Q8 h d% f kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& m+ W1 x6 y* ^7 W1 F5 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 V- Q4 T( L5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 P: ]- K7 E9 F- n+ l( M2 A8 E: D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 I) G6 E/ C, ~1 U i3 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" }: x# [+ R: E) g1 L) P. KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& ?- G7 C9 F2 ?! X+ j. [+ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- O5 s' F9 ]5 |! _. dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 I5 E& I A: @0 ^% N7 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , d$ H8 }3 I8 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Z. O: I# L4 TThe 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,
7 u M2 l! H" n: D5 H) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~4 B# Q& ^' n- i; V' E$ zHow you tried to set them free, & m& [6 ^) d$ g0 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* u6 X6 M2 }; E0 D6 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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