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6 a9 q' f" F. a. r' N6 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ S, J: T5 M Z) v; v- tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 k0 e& A, @: Z \$ K" t. e4 i9 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ c" T/ \: x8 g! h2 w4 f) FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t. y. v, f' d9 r& l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Q# `8 ]- U2 V9 n: F
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [8 x6 E b' L% U: E" ^9 u9 aHow you tried to set them free, * I& |- V/ J3 S" I9 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ E# ^9 }, ]3 `! FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & n+ q6 J7 b0 u: ]& C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m1 h+ E1 L. \3 y, L, Z! K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- }2 C' ~6 F. Y# u9 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E% B% b8 J+ W: k8 F+ c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 e; q" X# d& q8 P' V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q: ]: S* n+ U* y+ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% S0 z1 x3 V, o: eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 O% I5 D. A' N5 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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T8 A, i9 `* S$ y. _. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( K7 j& y) w! f7 l8 U; O7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) d$ A$ g! W( p$ }, n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 U) i# `8 F9 p1 K% n( ~+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / y% {& j1 |0 J% \+ v/ M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- D( W& y+ c$ f! f% zHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y- }9 n" J0 eHow you tried to set them free, 5 x5 R. R3 r& |0 Y% C1 }, `. F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 B+ g4 W! s* W2 P6 U6 J8 TPerhaps they never will. |
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