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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, G2 b' `0 f% H/ F9 p, T6 Q2 b0 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( m1 T! Q% p* R1 Q6 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ r4 _& \5 t) U: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* e5 f( F' a$ z0 i" C8 ^/ B3 X: ^7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 y! Y4 l. ~4 j6 D- W) Y0 U' u; Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ( P- z7 y! Q$ }1 ]! M% j, r
How you tried to set them free, " j& K1 W, ?$ M) p" X! m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 N# B% A3 k% w: T3 [% t# x0 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " \9 N8 r' ~) q' Y4 Z3 v, ^1 ^$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . F7 A2 k. P3 |# c9 b- x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 B& N1 E5 R, X) a y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( H8 w- e" k- r z# C( x% AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . B. F& F r, h8 i. m3 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " j$ {. V# L5 L# V L6 E( {2 `9 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, M9 `; d# O0 u6 i2 ~' Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Y2 S0 l' G& p/ Q' \; F1 w. e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) r4 i: j4 _9 g# e( aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ y, s- P- Z! Z8 Q: v% y3 o6 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 O) f+ c3 I! c; K# |* Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : @. }: O6 r/ W, N
The 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, ) J: e/ E9 X( k6 D8 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 U5 w) P- |, y9 q; o2 X qHow you tried to set them free,
( j, t5 w( ~* F F/ U- E2 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, % J2 V7 e1 O9 I" f
Perhaps they never will. |
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