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- z' [$ R. e! m3 \0 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# C: \" b% {* T/ S" Y) K0 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" H+ M% J0 H9 A) N! O; X5 L, zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 m/ ]3 ^ a- |, M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
W/ k" a; g7 ? QNow I understand what you tried to say to me," a8 S8 V& o; D) Y) r' f6 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
: z( ]( {* n) x4 wHow you tried to set them free, 6 c, X% |) U# p% V0 C. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. R1 j/ f6 S) u4 u- O& i9 G% CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Z- l8 A) X- ~6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) B& g4 y9 X; o# p1 q6 [1 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Z! n+ s6 _. k; ~. ]- C( YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 w3 D" u# Q( B" R. ?! [% V0 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 e Y: {" Y/ Y) q9 j( q# \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' v& ^- u! r+ b2 M+ E3 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 |+ c* D5 b% ^ E" b) d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 P$ C4 e. j; s$ n( ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ |. Q$ J k/ o2 O! c; G# t; WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & T O. Z, Y, Y+ i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 v* S9 V/ y' C t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M& r: d" m F( v3 N1 @% y1 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% j. ]& g% W7 E+ z' b; W) {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ d& {& I& Y, _$ {1 jHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ?- M ?- L' c5 g$ M: I
How you tried to set them free, 7 p; W" P, C6 C) j# M
They would not listen they're not listening still, : i _0 {% n. I* ~2 O, S( [8 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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