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8 y( X2 u( f* i$ h' Y' z% ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; o2 k$ k. I5 r& m7 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& v- d# u' _% x4 M6 e- K6 E6 B; UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 w2 v! a" y/ u8 X' m! s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 H* ?$ Y5 _0 e! g9 g) M; h3 h% QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Z6 s8 ?2 V& A/ {6 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 k" k; H+ J" c; @. P8 GHow you tried to set them free, * j, x: f. l) l- S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 I5 n. X, N: q( ], [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O# T( |& ?" C# mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) q. ~; g& I. M" e) _0 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: z: i4 Q% e- G* ]" T" DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 q$ c: F$ P! hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! {% f8 a0 j- f5 N( e4 v+ p) h+ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 R3 U- a1 f1 n$ E/ Y& e9 Z0 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! f# O; V2 B* X; X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 C F1 G8 Y0 F- m, M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 i: I* p, C, l( Q8 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- o6 m) w) n6 I$ K" KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 L6 }, w) N6 cThe 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,
: q6 h" K4 ?, `! k( [' ?( cHow you suffered for you sanity,, W! y8 b( u% X
How you tried to set them free,
+ F+ S$ `3 t8 o1 C. BThey would not listen they're not listening still, * l8 \$ f N( a' M( P
Perhaps they never will. |
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