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; J5 }8 [0 I' `3 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 s5 w- B1 D# U6 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 }$ O' `8 r" c" ~. ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' c0 @* C, C% E" Q& f' o$ vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ F( o# `7 }! S! PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' w6 o, n% N( M7 M7 C
How you suffered for you sanity, * J, ^7 U1 ^, [; s* x
How you tried to set them free, & @3 N8 M" I! q/ N! \& M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ p5 i+ X) w" UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + t ^6 F3 ] H( n8 O! }% [4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Y0 U6 o ^8 N$ d; s; GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " M- F: @! b2 x; |
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, , I. N8 u4 S( t. r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
D" Z/ A0 ^7 N7 i9 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 B4 j# k5 h3 }! @# UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 {) q! [( t. O) y* i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : m# @ S F& c. D: K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' z/ \; F; ?+ a {: H. w' f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ k# @# n8 N+ h, ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E$ f" \ `, U$ A' y1 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # g7 r {$ U9 ?8 X6 A/ n1 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, W- H( @, n9 N* B2 d: p* }How you suffered for you sanity,$ Z, f& h# f, \0 d4 r0 V
How you tried to set them free, ; m; k2 ?8 X6 d# i% @( _: n7 l
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; W* V" w- U2 `# c$ `0 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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