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1 O! J# `! H" ^: I ?% v+ v ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' v% ]5 [3 |' YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - m8 a) a O# ~" N* b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( c: }% q; l8 R. p% I- x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ a9 K* d1 O- u$ e( j/ a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: \ x, L; L% b( O& ]' M
How you suffered for you sanity,
- N+ F/ K% i6 r: lHow you tried to set them free, 6 Q8 l! l6 w7 ?( i: ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! \& G7 z6 W( f1 x( D8 K7 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S. }" }( n3 K! X" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % k* `3 j0 T* G; J2 k8 m3 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ K& t9 C) L' s% K: I( a/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ b& @- P+ A4 M5 N" G8 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
p& D* e. g7 P, N# M/ G( R8 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 e Z# k7 t8 M' j O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 q2 I7 X5 m9 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, P4 a* b. W- k2 D6 p7 }0 n! oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 g& d! \$ U; e. _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. `- H( [6 _/ B: t; w6 Q kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! _4 _! z: S( j5 M$ t F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; H Q# a M. w) _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " n7 J9 O( O6 E: n- I
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 g8 E$ P$ O7 F7 qHow you tried to set them free,
2 z+ K* y& z8 u# n4 ~# _1 s- [They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 W. ^% X% R2 a, c7 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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