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' Y6 A) I% e' Y8 l6 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : i9 _9 D' E& G) J- s I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 q" X& y4 h! [) h+ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; C$ v8 L0 ^7 }: nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * H! y2 r g* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Y6 N/ O2 c9 a% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 @ |1 t. S3 Z0 j9 t; iHow you tried to set them free,
1 v8 ]8 D5 Y& k5 s" y! kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( y* b# B4 ~+ Y9 R7 R/ ^3 M6 T) J7 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 y+ ?) e/ |+ {9 E n$ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% s1 [* w* S, h) W8 ~5 W! A4 y2 Z! F* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 c1 A; G3 {3 Q5 @8 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 V, D5 \" H2 L- O! L# G3 o% bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ \" l, `8 V. }4 m1 e! `- Z5 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 l- U: H/ y9 O6 s' P; X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 v6 k% } p* _8 x/ V9 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* d/ b- N3 p; \) z% OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- A0 K) P+ J- _" o9 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^ a: Y% L- k3 T" G1 U/ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Q4 s3 v& t y1 @8 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 n+ N6 f. ~6 w7 b3 {! j/ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 Y1 o4 n+ F$ H2 r6 z( E* a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # n! C& c& V2 L/ u9 P# P. @
How you suffered for you sanity,8 u% p9 z7 u, u- D9 a# T
How you tried to set them free, 7 K1 L, d! o" T+ w5 d" ]3 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ D: ~) [' p: p% q! TPerhaps they never will. |
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