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8 d8 i. v' @# F$ E y/ M" RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- @/ v7 I+ U! fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, f( m8 k& b3 d# o) Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 g* R% [" z1 V4 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! i4 O' E( p& ~$ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# H, }6 D! D& z( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 s! x' p- m; ?5 w5 xHow you tried to set them free,
& N: B' H8 @3 B$ D0 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ?! |% e7 p; S- Z- u. q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ r- A/ g3 z P7 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ |: ?# o& o. d0 j0 P. U' aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' p9 P8 E# g9 H h3 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; V% G* `5 L5 A7 `% }: BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! I% F- [0 B* f5 F+ C$ y$ H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 K4 ~3 _/ K: K& DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 J# Y4 w, R9 w% m" R
But I could have told you, Vincent, + {" T+ I f1 Z) K! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ^. s! t' p) h# |1 }/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" c+ o5 ]; Z- j+ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 R( d0 Z: e* F. MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( r: v# x# X7 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: |: c d \5 |7 _1 Z( G+ T4 }. sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, P# n e% g) y% k. NHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 S. x/ [0 r+ k) `! qHow you tried to set them free, , F3 c0 ?* S# Z/ P3 X6 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# n: M T/ @ Q7 J5 R, KPerhaps they never will. |
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