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, Y/ V# {1 N, y; W! ?0 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # T5 |6 x6 \. j) G7 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ]( g. l) f7 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% {6 S/ `9 f6 ?! Y+ N9 y# SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 b7 ?+ d# r# B" W* U: ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" i# X& j" S2 d" t) vHow you suffered for you sanity,
& h( }+ y$ O+ O* I) u; n/ i" NHow you tried to set them free, 8 n* w+ l: h; k$ T3 A0 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; S' E1 z e) z/ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * k$ R! i4 K7 O" ]% x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 h" a# F5 E0 m' K/ e( UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ b- I' T2 d# M5 i9 T G$ J4 }) PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ]" k2 m9 u, k) OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 f3 N& {6 B0 Z; kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 e6 z6 X) F: A* M" AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' g" i3 |- P: F4 |) `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ j/ n$ V; t; x0 v- z9 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . h0 D) ~1 N5 h4 T7 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , T4 X* T( ?7 n6 @( T3 V+ y' C$ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* m5 z2 v0 Q+ E! iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. e# Y' R" `& {8 s# y( bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 j5 n5 a$ a2 H' H. i) rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" _3 z: Q5 g1 p$ V1 R$ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 i L9 ^& y. H, K# K0 ]! NHow you tried to set them free,
7 \; `% _. ?$ s) ^% G) I4 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' a' {" _ Y/ d/ oPerhaps they never will. |
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