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5 \ A, b$ B$ o+ N( EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * z8 O+ ?* B: { ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # f3 U- w8 o" {0 S. _% f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, n+ C9 W, c3 V% `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 x* P/ q A) y! D4 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, M/ [4 {1 y: S" a# a
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Z& Z$ Q0 F' L+ Z. O9 x( MHow you tried to set them free,
0 c+ L+ H6 {5 g+ C9 k' HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Q% P- L. j7 o3 n6 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 e) y6 }" O* f+ n& R# U1 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . k t4 U: {2 J0 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 z) B% l: U$ d5 z' u# HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * V5 d6 ~& _& ?/ K- i9 l
6 G& O, b# h# M6 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Y# z$ @, q5 u1 V! Y/ C& y# e4 H! R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, X+ w* d* H( {/ i) a2 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H9 C$ i$ c7 \4 ~) g' P, RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' [2 w4 a( n( V2 Q/ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * w) b6 D% z: R/ O! `8 q% A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ f! M2 p% i9 j) K8 Y# }, qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 E' h8 U! s) _& ~( _0 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) t: g y! z0 }: y# L( Y. l
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, & o$ h- F$ ~0 K% n% \' U
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 i6 |; c4 Y# Z3 zHow you tried to set them free, % [8 u7 M' P, T! d2 w+ k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ C, @4 I8 z. uPerhaps they never will. |
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