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+ Q0 K( y) y7 P- VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # q( N9 V; S b$ e* _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b. N7 _" W- m0 x# ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Z8 b$ q* |6 W9 K) @) M, @% h! L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% J! V9 E* S8 l% m5 o. e1 @8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( Z0 w: ~( P# ~% I, w3 F) K: f
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 K: G/ K) w( Y, K* H6 h' \ l
How you tried to set them free,
0 ?9 ?& B& Q4 W8 a4 C) O- BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 K8 X4 m" J/ K+ Z, L6 {) ?8 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& S, |3 _7 E2 B5 X1 w, [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 W$ N6 }7 p2 r# `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" S' }0 I9 ]2 |6 [0 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * d* U4 Q0 O3 h1 V8 l7 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 D% M7 _ g' c$ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 T- f. h. ~1 K! {; W- n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ N: P. t$ A4 M! Z* @; L& \9 M; {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- B3 q4 s0 M5 R' ^5 F) h+ s' Y( _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% V$ E1 U$ T: `$ J5 i9 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' w& Z0 r% t: e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & O2 k" c0 A- _. W
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, ( b6 |" F/ O- p+ s( Y; q
How you suffered for you sanity,/ n: Y9 g# K3 h9 g$ M/ n5 i
How you tried to set them free, ' i: J) T, K& s' e
They would not listen they're not listening still, : _& R2 R, f4 \# @; U
Perhaps they never will. |
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