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, N+ o3 O" F( d; lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & @ E4 B. @; p* \7 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" g5 U. z0 `7 e4 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 T! z& |" U1 t- K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 n3 Q& `2 }, i4 P4 i+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! {( d* e" [' [, T( K0 H) J
How you suffered for you sanity,
; X! s% A7 M4 P. r- {4 t$ S L& UHow you tried to set them free, ) ~# b7 G6 x9 y2 l! O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 _+ B& d) Y3 t; E# fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( M# u0 m3 B( Z7 }; S8 I1 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( s% i5 f/ G8 T! _' r& V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# V$ O: [9 A9 H: k7 i% rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ @ G( |4 a: M& j8 a! Z
6 F$ u* ~/ ]6 s/ F7 T4 U# q PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' D0 k @/ @1 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + \0 H; a5 U, I1 y+ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 E. ]& {+ U% f0 `1 _& m; S. ?7 M* A, d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( `& X( U- H, A+ ~9 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 O8 [6 b; M4 u1 D7 u! bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ X2 u5 \5 t+ [0 ~; R9 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& @; q% e9 v$ f \0 g, @4 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 W9 j6 o- b T$ s" c7 D* |
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, 9 u2 e6 ~) G' X! r0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,. V/ v5 o4 s. I V1 k7 v4 a. O3 I
How you tried to set them free, 3 s6 i" |, }* D# |6 d6 F1 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 j, n- a+ k+ _+ r3 i3 J, O# m6 nPerhaps they never will. |
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