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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 |8 Z9 U- u5 S) j# X5 w" q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' G4 s6 z/ [8 W/ Y/ H3 J: D" N, _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( f0 b4 U9 H! x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! b T! t# k2 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 u) U4 z1 `- k1 `) @
How you suffered for you sanity, & b; t4 u' t2 N+ l( h* E, @+ w
How you tried to set them free,
) C! `. {, k8 ?8 [. y+ a: WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 o9 z. O# S+ C3 z# e$ D0 ~; c: eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% b& i/ {( M, BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 k$ A6 I$ o& b$ O; E* x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; f* g; ^. g) _0 H% MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 y" u, U: M2 h4 h/ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 m# D, S- `6 g' Y- `5 X( UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , I* g2 j- C+ b( S K8 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. D. C/ d" k- `% h7 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. j5 t% c) I3 R1 F) S. E+ BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " L, L" Q: e9 r% Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 u- X! V. j1 u# r) _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ?, Z2 y' x* z9 B4 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % u2 x* T" v2 v, q4 U! s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 m/ ?6 y6 ]4 G1 F0 P. L* CHow you suffered for you sanity,
; z0 e. N& |$ ~How you tried to set them free, 9 x% b& ]5 a: `3 ~, a
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! L S6 n4 `' n% x
Perhaps they never will. |
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