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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% j$ `: i# x i$ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L+ ^3 Z5 j& R3 m& O4 ?: J: V# {6 m, J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. M% Y/ d# o* r& y' \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( u& c1 p& a4 b: Y4 i5 O U+ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b7 L& B+ C7 y6 i8 ?7 hHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 ^7 H3 o, ^8 J4 l6 E* p
How you tried to set them free,
7 _/ g5 h( \& tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k- b' N+ W: T2 D% x$ W' c8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 g3 U( @+ K/ o; ~6 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " s" U" `8 _: n1 ]- j* l6 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" h6 t7 Y4 k6 r5 W- O+ b; ?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,
# x# B; }- _) _+ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : v. O' X% d/ r* M( _! W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# V, ?( H* u& R P0 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, % d3 o- i% F, t5 y) G1 f& {6 R# A( ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' L' m' O0 p( K# u+ ~; S6 b2 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' T8 {( t& F* X5 Q. B* }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ x4 W' N* Y4 Y" `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! g, M% k4 D h- G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 D1 y: L$ B, A# `9 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) N( c, h* y0 X1 p8 m5 I$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,# e) y, ]3 T, J+ b- Z/ ^& C6 B: E
How you tried to set them free,
" R& Y1 k; U1 }# J1 K/ xThey would not listen they're not listening still, * K% U% ]& k q
Perhaps they never will. |
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