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9 ^$ h& N8 F: U s& C; _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ y' D' {; W. lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " y0 Q) n. v V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! t! g: a5 R( u' i+ u5 Y& N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 F, R! i" V2 @% `8 D. U1 s& tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ]3 }1 D7 y' k, F% ^: `How you suffered for you sanity,
6 D4 u, n, U E2 K$ \7 @How you tried to set them free, , l/ a+ p% v9 m; {% X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. k8 l- D, e& [) p8 N$ d" y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ]$ s2 ~, t8 G6 Z6 c5 ~0 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Z' [* V' G, G# S2 a% e) X0 Z, y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " j8 {! z0 g" ?: }- [" }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, V+ T0 d. G1 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ e. |' c k1 `2 i+ f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + j# O4 M9 s e6 Y( F7 F: [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 u, Y3 m/ ~9 K0 U1 S6 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 f4 g, b1 }, a, \$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 `% x, n- k! D! w1 T# O7 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 X8 ?4 ]) _) ]% Z7 c, bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 y* X" D: ~1 M# j! ]6 Y1 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
j, R" [$ b4 U/ S/ {6 oThe 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, : k# L; q: R# D9 [/ U# b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ o+ ~8 U: U$ r/ ]How you tried to set them free, 0 N1 d1 p5 H4 L8 C) Z% \. Q5 ]9 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* {7 c& `0 P9 q" U! J0 qPerhaps they never will. |
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