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$ U. A! ~; A* \# X0 p! NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Z$ @8 P# M. Y7 M8 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ u/ A+ j$ W" y0 k8 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l$ w* g$ y; i. ~$ [) A E5 U8 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' R. m$ P; [0 [6 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h# s% `5 B% s* b) u
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ v v7 [3 c' T$ J s* rHow you tried to set them free, 1 K9 ^2 ^& B8 c) i: G& d. e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ Y! Q: {& j2 K7 m7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h3 m1 O7 {2 [. R8 ~9 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 s( d8 O% z% C% |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 M4 c) c0 N' H( a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W+ t' t8 `$ A# M# ~& _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. K% E3 f" z0 N# q6 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: q$ ?, x0 x+ f n6 K1 q) qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - I4 q$ i% T! R5 x8 A. L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 d$ ^% H3 |) x9 J: L2 B. o8 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% O5 t& I/ N( g6 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 S3 x5 x6 X: J4 U0 b3 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 V v0 h, p9 B5 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 i: c# {7 [0 t, rThe 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,
4 r. ^/ f, j4 T4 @How you suffered for you sanity,
5 b2 v1 H4 _/ a- v, w. RHow you tried to set them free,
9 p5 N# ~$ h y- p7 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( Q" C" A/ w! |: L6 R4 N% m
Perhaps they never will. |
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