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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & p7 u O" F5 m7 p& X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; M3 a' h" J ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
w8 _; d0 i* L. ^8 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# r: J. W$ ]3 E- S J6 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 }8 w/ L2 Y8 [5 P
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 \4 }3 U/ V8 ^# z1 p/ ~
How you tried to set them free,
, } l5 g% K+ j' x2 M2 [% OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M5 X; k4 o5 k9 B. H$ w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 I: N' _6 w' |) f' d/ x. M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 U L+ S) R' O0 n# \- a. p: |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ^4 }0 \. V/ a" eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 }1 D; P# a& l3 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . T" \7 w+ U+ E( \1 o2 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 {8 ]. ~3 S# @6 z [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, h( i1 b. Y( Q+ r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 L9 U% J. s. @4 c1 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `( M. @' W6 B2 p( z* D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% @) g/ H, d8 T: @0 r9 e5 u8 G: Q# tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" X. C$ J: O2 \3 S; x& S4 F, s1 ?* pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 v8 p, f0 W$ {, Y. X0 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! u) t8 {" ? t0 v# B" h) }$ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
( _$ Q# S$ Z' M, u+ l8 j R2 I( R& ^' yHow you tried to set them free,
+ O; W5 T. |0 c: C+ ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
) e3 `' k7 N1 J. ?" }# H8 oPerhaps they never will. |
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