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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; p& a9 n" X7 J0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - z: L, w% r0 J8 I& s: N/ k- f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ u% L" I! W# Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ]" U1 A2 |3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 |% A- Y' m/ \ c5 [8 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
* f$ F" q7 N- k3 Q& ?% `9 K( zHow you tried to set them free,
( ~! M% S, h7 l( SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & n: T+ x2 J/ h2 A, e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 g( m% ]$ b2 [4 F ?( w6 e5 Z3 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* T+ E' W- ?$ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* W( i, L$ X" n; F/ B6 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 [7 {' F. @5 q! E- ^* TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; P: Y5 U4 p6 W1 h3 [5 C2 N! K1 e) AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ~6 I+ Z1 q: O0 `: O# P aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' X9 D9 a5 y- p1 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 C) j: W" E- s2 c! o! z. MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: u% n$ d1 D; q/ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 C3 n7 `$ {+ J7 N- O) Y1 R! yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. z2 t8 F, y8 z' ~; Y; G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, a) @" d* w1 w3 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& W9 R7 m- ?/ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 @4 x7 R6 U: X; P6 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
& C9 g9 v9 \0 _0 f8 \, PHow you tried to set them free,
4 |4 e0 L. e7 s; `# Y% hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 `2 k: P1 x& r" dPerhaps they never will. |
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