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8 X- Q7 p. `& G4 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y2 @+ M. |+ O5 |% ^) JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Y v% b* x8 r9 r9 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k! ^5 Y; W: W" R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 _6 I' u8 w' U$ R8 C7 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- I5 |' g3 s. D1 z9 u( a3 f+ ?" _, d
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 j; \0 e9 _' `2 x& w7 \% W b" \How you tried to set them free,
* E9 }0 r% y( d" Z5 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : F J+ Z u! d9 u; A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 @% L% c+ k) b5 d3 v- [$ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 C. o4 i: Q* I+ Z+ _" R$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / i( y* l+ n) P. c( A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 M& B1 K/ g1 S/ l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ i( f) k G% DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" A6 j4 X6 k' ^ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 } ~( I0 _8 q5 i. y2 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 z( R" }; f1 j: ?0 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ c" Y2 t5 Y% q c( I! ^4 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 [3 e" @2 ?- L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% p6 x, I }7 @, O6 T* n3 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% o" h( j$ c/ g+ x; P; r/ J: G1 N5 }0 {% tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 r8 m' m; S* E. Z# g
5 W2 {3 _9 q+ N @0 }6 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- m2 d8 [$ Z) C3 v \, u. \8 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
: c i1 y: l' X4 ]& Z% b/ j% [' {How you tried to set them free, 8 T# }: N3 S( w; r* l7 }& U$ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, . G2 o6 o. ^+ ^& ? ^( Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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