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8 p+ j7 P6 m+ b% y$ d# t, E6 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! A0 N2 G9 T8 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 g5 O+ P( M* s# r* i: u% [7 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I5 C x ^/ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + U v ~. `8 V6 v* e+ i% o7 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, J( f, n+ A6 w
How you suffered for you sanity, ( D4 d1 b* ]. Q r
How you tried to set them free, 7 L7 I' t# W. W, I! M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 O7 ~% ~$ v( h$ V5 C6 l& ~9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 `0 i4 }4 u7 @5 h8 `( x L" s) cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & e) F0 L$ H, D1 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 p5 B" ~: d$ |/ W' XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) w& Z, z3 s/ o& h1 {! \9 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 e, Z/ H1 w0 {( L GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + J- D1 q4 n- N+ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / o3 N2 S8 S* R9 E( y7 s& N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ~% g% t! T% H% B4 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( r( J2 f, b9 J2 q$ v/ L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" G" w$ a' F. ~% {6 T$ V; {8 \7 [" mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 U; v7 |6 \7 a4 E* O( m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; J! s, e6 t# L3 y' B, {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / J% I* Y( s9 }3 v$ b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, D9 u( O7 [& M9 ]6 t1 [" W J
How you suffered for you sanity,3 w8 a; i* X$ N! Z: }, ?: K: [) S A" S
How you tried to set them free, - ?0 i0 s+ b1 X7 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 \, |3 y4 t4 }! t# k/ ]) q9 ePerhaps they never will. |
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