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( m3 Z% J- w$ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 w; g; {3 | @. i$ F% cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " p6 o3 { Z! F9 G6 @ t- t. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% F- \8 \' F- R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 p7 o: m+ R0 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d6 ~5 o; e" q1 G; D/ r- P8 d* j
How you suffered for you sanity,
# }! y4 C( \7 y' sHow you tried to set them free,
9 _: U& Q# k9 [+ D1 W$ ^* QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
E4 o6 d. u% P4 y; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ N# d1 |. I) q8 G1 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ u" Z# F3 n& D2 S9 i. bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ @: f6 _- w3 U. o2 n& g: uWeathered 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 u' `' e( P7 H. n: [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) e9 F0 n5 X# E( x2 T$ ~. s; ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y4 w6 k+ ?& B& G }# S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 H$ h+ i$ F. i9 o) ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # v8 a% e" [4 u. b0 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ?2 \6 b7 @: d7 Q& NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, i+ S" c7 h N& z5 y. J/ ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ `2 L7 d% o' V1 U9 x: ?9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! w% r! I2 N f8 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 q; C% p' H" o' c H7 z
How you suffered for you sanity,5 o' c' a$ n) c+ ^* }* d4 Q+ k4 Q
How you tried to set them free, d6 [0 R* [+ D8 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 N( f$ P5 N, N0 a* F$ B; F6 fPerhaps they never will. |
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