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1 ^; v" v k$ M7 Q( [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' C1 N- Z2 w- @% h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Y- p8 V' e9 n$ ?9 S+ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* A8 I: C7 P; O7 U3 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ N- |- U' r( O, l9 ?9 q7 C, HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ~) M$ b6 g6 i8 T' E
How you suffered for you sanity, ; C) U, ^2 x* R, u& H; g q
How you tried to set them free,
9 p: E7 X% ?1 `* t$ gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ]$ J" u, Q. D* q" b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; x+ e+ ~! ^$ ?1 e; t4 [/ aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; }5 z4 @1 v; p0 z6 T1 a/ \4 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& O% F0 u3 Q. JWeathered 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, 1 q& R2 z: z* L& \, x; O0 y L7 C: t( x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . E0 D7 Q7 D7 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) Y0 J7 k9 g1 e- G6 J- b
But I could have told you, Vincent, & v) W$ ]$ n- }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) E0 B( e/ F- t" MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 \: a! V* Y6 Z2 K, u: b8 }% H3 q3 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 P+ N/ ~2 h* x, \6 T3 B( y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( P* v6 O4 {: g) G `- z& A$ ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 O6 Q& q0 U# @9 k. FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P6 t8 n0 G4 O+ r" p$ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. V$ h, \5 M& U+ T: s! S/ n3 DHow you tried to set them free, # G! y+ S) t9 N# x) l+ T' [4 M1 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, & ^0 v' b0 l. Y+ n8 y( k) E$ v2 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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