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+ Z: t& L& j8 b9 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& v3 B0 x7 I0 m8 U' A+ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( r" b0 a5 y4 T2 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- |& z7 b! Z& F5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: L2 f. v! Y( ~) E' GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* D y+ m+ b! B2 J: }, xHow you suffered for you sanity, * ~5 R! X7 |* z3 I) I' @; t& u) ~
How you tried to set them free,
) M# h" T( G" [8 P5 P# NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
J% u$ F' {: qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* X7 T; d2 v7 i: P; ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x1 _" s6 f& s1 U3 {$ Q) J2 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & o9 G9 O4 W9 D8 P! j4 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& y$ l1 b2 j+ X- S& T. G1 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ]9 U9 V& {/ g! _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! u& i* t* g6 a5 \6 n; e) a+ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! @2 |+ J! t/ Y' q; B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 v" T! `3 E, ~* a! H3 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; @. Y- F2 w+ r8 ?6 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ z* A/ ^. n# V+ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 b2 L5 _* B" {7 K7 _( x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 o& r; d* S. c% oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 q. }' [3 @" S# j v; _7 W
7 p8 \& K7 R* w4 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 }& z( v7 U6 m H
How you suffered for you sanity,% l1 F L. J8 |2 e% z$ M4 _ V: w
How you tried to set them free,
+ n1 d) J& u3 i2 W! u$ B; H! @They would not listen they're not listening still,
) H4 T# X7 e8 x E/ C/ uPerhaps they never will. |
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