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% ]9 R( _$ ?8 Q8 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ D- |/ @# M OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- x0 z8 J3 o3 x; NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 O# a9 p2 N+ N: ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " `7 r6 S+ w8 r n/ T+ p( A! p/ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. E0 s7 C$ V6 I0 K' m# D/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 r; s7 B; @) _2 K) S& {6 |How you tried to set them free, , T/ W, i+ h0 M0 G) A0 p. m- W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 S8 x, ]/ H$ p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' x) g' y+ [/ c+ `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & T' w$ [3 k. g/ _1 F% U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, \7 Y R( `) y' l, \0 i1 Z
Weathered 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,
4 q1 _- U# l# p3 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! G& @2 Q0 X q$ k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 K; n5 ]7 o k2 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ^* j. M+ Z4 J% g. [/ [; `6 ^" W' UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 D5 `7 u& M& Y3 d0 i% T# [7 i% yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 d/ ^$ v) f0 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 Z" l" J1 C% N- M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Q" f9 _9 u( hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * f: L( d6 H' i. c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 G/ Z( j/ d% Y# E LHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 b3 c4 Y0 e* M5 a% e- y* ]( I7 {$ O; EHow you tried to set them free, & R5 }! C5 [" s( R/ X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" q) k2 g; j( [+ FPerhaps they never will. |
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