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# A8 K6 u$ \2 j1 p4 o! vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ^6 E P4 `" L' ], _8 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) }& \# s' @4 p4 h0 N$ P" c8 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D1 ]9 `# r6 r. P* S7 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ t6 I! Y! ]$ R! M* {4 B% s$ jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( ~/ R- x9 b; b
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 s" G5 @- q" ?, @" g% k
How you tried to set them free, 7 m/ g/ S, J, ^9 Z. T# f' k; U" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Z* u, |$ _) w* p% D$ t# d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * r* N2 [# p! a' H- {8 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ O! O( r6 C) g8 C( V" a, w; C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ^4 B9 ^5 F, v4 |2 H" V# HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 T& ?4 f8 p4 I$ v+ E3 ]# O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 z/ N3 C6 Z4 l' CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E" I5 w% a& `0 ~5 G' Z- B+ N6 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 I8 k4 W' f2 G5 y+ o+ H8 ?. J( Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( y9 \6 S6 U |5 Z! ^" n: ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ o7 R8 p1 H! F* l2 c2 Q8 d6 H' U$ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 J7 t6 ~0 E4 P/ Y: l( g, PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + q' e' m* Q. r' P% R" M) X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( O- N# }5 f: F( {1 w! ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 z7 |8 U1 m$ y3 Q( }# F5 BHow you suffered for you sanity,! ?% r3 W$ p6 Q7 o( I8 c: z3 B
How you tried to set them free,
4 g/ z) X4 E4 D* O, K- |. GThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; Y9 L- i8 f6 e) s- R; Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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