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9 k% x& z# x6 n* ~5 E, E) \& ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ l7 E& D0 @1 W! [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, h- {( A! N0 b- p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 q" |/ r' V& T! g T' GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) V4 f( s' V. I- b2 S4 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
k: p6 M0 }$ J' A/ y: M/ ?2 W( H1 RHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ^, B8 H% F, Q: Y) q
How you tried to set them free, $ a; ^% I2 p( A, _( a9 w- Z, K* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 f7 f/ y) |) e7 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- v# m% c6 G7 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* N* D U& u5 x, `; ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 S* g% M( G5 e) o6 I. n6 m8 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 K N5 O# K$ q3 J* L6 f, ^6 d& d0 q& k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. M" H& R9 C. c9 N wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 I2 ^7 f7 s5 p M3 z7 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n. `- R' b( s9 @& b0 M* y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! C0 L6 b! n% ^2 t4 l: J1 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 d1 E1 a5 E' ]+ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" W- }5 K$ z* S+ l' m9 t1 @3 z/ g" eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & s' s, ]; Z+ `" t A1 o+ v5 i* x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ^! v$ L. Y! s" zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 a2 H3 O; R& F1 ?5 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; t _2 X& s! `. H: R! Q' T
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 L2 O% j+ C R4 ^How you tried to set them free,
4 j, N/ y \" W/ Y$ X2 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 k) I4 P0 v" G7 Z% A: e
Perhaps they never will. |
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