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' l3 ?( a4 U0 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ \" W1 |8 F4 D" R$ W o9 X( }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + h4 R+ y, X! G$ Z; q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 v4 D' y, Y6 T9 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# q& X0 }5 n* @& B4 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! G, k5 ~7 L+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
# \9 b3 R2 T! Z1 u0 o) vHow you tried to set them free, ( _9 Q/ d; c5 U N& r9 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 Y* b; j: l& M. }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; L0 J6 T# O" eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 v# B7 G% }2 I5 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 \# |! g# M2 \$ t+ e' u7 S" j3 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' W& d7 ~: M8 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ M" ?2 i& R- U* H0 w1 m! x" bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' R$ |( X) o$ }4 A* f- `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 a! T, D) ?6 [- O5 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; n6 s. ~: A" }% M; J. m) bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 J0 u$ j/ R8 J2 z5 b7 C1 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ~1 l& W4 E# \$ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ C# x! N+ h' Q7 X" h& N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 c& {1 T9 Z. NThe 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,
6 l7 }7 |- b* T' O1 R; c8 NHow you suffered for you sanity,1 ]; [5 t) Z$ S$ G h
How you tried to set them free, 5 [; \& ~+ Y% _- o/ J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) e, {6 f' M5 Y/ NPerhaps they never will. |
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