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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% G- `2 a4 g8 j4 y3 k- s1 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* z8 \5 G$ n9 \2 Q, j/ eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 L- m* L$ ~& b: `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 _4 ?# |/ v0 L- @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ s$ U% R/ L% |6 C6 v4 K9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
& v' p5 u# X! T% CHow you tried to set them free, . r) ?" o$ D; c+ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& A' z4 F2 I5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# q5 M, K1 t: T2 j( q; K mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " f" N1 X z" B) Z% W& ?4 k0 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) i! E( L. P2 P1 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ Y2 [! z- e' ]- EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 e- w; U8 F6 n3 r! k! IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; J! o$ E1 {, b1 A3 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O1 B! K) o9 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ y/ f9 N5 `1 H5 p) g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 V2 S3 [$ g. @& BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( C8 L {/ u; U5 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 r" B* s9 ~4 n [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 | A+ m$ ^/ ^0 S- v5 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 F7 Z2 c# ^2 s( R/ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 H+ S1 o' @0 a% N5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,; K: V+ O2 X/ x! W% v
How you tried to set them free, . \5 M" [/ R; H. V! ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; d+ [0 v1 I. Z* u( D" l, nPerhaps they never will. |
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