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# j. V `9 H' Y+ {3 E0 E0 @1 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 l. f( t( c; N1 Y& m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . [1 [2 k L9 y* e# j' k9 ^1 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Q, ~ _; a& B# `$ ^+ {4 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 M) q. R" ]1 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( E; x. E* S- J( @How you suffered for you sanity,
" {/ l8 N) }/ z, W, ?How you tried to set them free,
/ z$ Y( b1 X% D' D" Y- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Z- U4 m; q5 M9 J+ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) \( O% F- i) G8 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ T! |4 n) J5 f- A' b$ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) n* k/ i/ X/ [0 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' U( N( x" i: v% }7 `8 |7 E3 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
C0 [7 w1 X! h D! T$ A* E; J xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 A/ P, L) y# J, m$ r, }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % z2 n' N3 u3 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; V0 S, {9 }% F: |& w& J/ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . w! M! ~# @" P4 |' `' D4 D
, S# J" \. Y: L0 \$ E. I# _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J9 o" i1 q9 `( c2 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 z3 |5 y8 R {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* k# @7 y' U5 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # x& y% `: K" }$ ~9 q- g1 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 N6 n7 i) X- d j
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ?8 x# ~2 `' B* i* cHow you tried to set them free,
4 D4 ^% x* s5 D3 l1 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 Q8 ^& p9 F0 L1 @" jPerhaps they never will. |
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