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' P* x. \" ~& I" o4 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ]5 Y Q. S& Y6 P" h' f6 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% Z3 Z( _2 v7 Y; t! lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( a4 l. f( k( _- w, q2 W" ]* ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: l% R: t2 R) n' V3 s/ {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 R4 S" I2 j+ Z; E; E! Y1 E
How you suffered for you sanity, ; K7 }. F. u* O- D* R5 w* V+ g
How you tried to set them free,
3 [( C, J) ^% b' AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / `3 `1 e+ B" @: ~( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' [' g! x2 l3 @- D: f! ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 h2 s1 f; n3 f/ y5 E0 H8 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Y2 ?7 q+ ~! s/ C3 d' O$ n, rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 [$ _, u: [; i) l
+ M) Z; N- \+ V }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 l- {. o/ ~ L5 z, |( K/ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 c% b/ I$ ?5 u) w$ f9 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 z% Z+ A4 A1 z0 S9 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 L1 `/ t! i+ }1 E- v7 E, }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& F. b y: k$ V2 d: Z$ l4 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! _7 K3 h* O# _5 b0 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 f# c' U- A( h7 ]$ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- |/ u7 c/ {4 h3 U1 ]7 b% kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 m& p$ ?4 y8 q9 W5 V6 @9 K/ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; b2 ^6 y) H5 e2 F% N* o) z
How you suffered for you sanity, Q% v' C: B7 j
How you tried to set them free, ) M: H& k2 `7 \( Q! z# ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 g( o+ M+ K/ R1 K' m( QPerhaps they never will. |
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