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+ R4 ^* J. q! r6 p- P. n5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d6 ^6 Y4 v) R5 G% n. F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ r8 p" Q* d, I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. k, a* Z* G' I8 t6 n0 F" N; _' q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- J% t: O9 v& E9 O+ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 @, I( Z6 B) i) m
How you suffered for you sanity, # j5 s: ~8 ^# D4 v. Z
How you tried to set them free, : _( m. I" _" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ M% Z p; n& R% h! t' M+ zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 q [+ ]9 L- C1 x: X% C" z8 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q: S' v0 M9 O+ F3 s4 Z; ?- C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& T. x; K9 v; }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,
& _2 u( g# q/ f, GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - R) d& A: ]6 u! K- J. u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n0 n7 \% Q# zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. R3 h0 g9 ]& ?5 p; b- OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * X3 X) D, n2 a, j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , O9 S4 C& m. Y/ X$ i. _% ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! n) Z, E9 T8 X- t3 [4 N q. q: v
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: h! E( x( r- c* K" Y' `
How you suffered for you sanity,
( J- V+ L. M# [; f9 kHow you tried to set them free, 7 ^* Z) Y' e9 p& k) s/ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# c1 n. }6 |% h% nPerhaps they never will. |
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