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$ M8 B5 r# _7 t+ A# \" K" aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # q$ @# h9 E) K- L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # \1 K9 g# F( t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
U4 N+ p; H4 ? a1 i- d4 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ]2 j8 V# g7 L1 U* `! R+ m/ C9 s0 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( L4 G4 Z& V+ _) jHow you suffered for you sanity, , N& F3 T( M5 \: z1 I; U, b
How you tried to set them free,
" v; J7 i) S: N4 Z S& \5 I8 j- KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 u2 B4 b8 P& I, l/ t5 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. l7 g5 W6 a: J, `$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 _; T8 }9 P, \1 |5 z) {0 T$ ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : H Z/ |1 h) {
Weathered 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, 2 t/ J# `' k1 U+ [9 j4 ~# T, N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 u' P( s9 F8 L* g4 H6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q+ c* z$ T6 N0 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; z+ |; G. e( E' z& i4 ?! t3 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( }* l( t9 z6 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 j; Q3 l. c$ @$ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; C, M/ y7 V: H9 X( v9 a( B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 d, F9 z9 T6 y, ~1 A; I0 Z0 O" h) V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- h. P2 P% V6 y" FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- X# E/ f5 A) Z2 ?- O/ A! x5 WHow you suffered for you sanity,- c& |" \. n: E. L$ g/ b. C
How you tried to set them free, + S" @: k5 k. M+ i" f# L! ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, U# B% i7 z5 q! p, r5 h iPerhaps they never will. |
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