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1 s: ~; \! B# S' r i2 e/ u3 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - G. Z- h9 }4 t! A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. K6 _5 H+ Q a3 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 S6 Q/ D# Z( X* x$ I& |! L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( X4 Q# C2 h6 l7 j4 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 I" |9 D9 r" }9 S ]9 w/ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 H2 ]! \; k0 GHow you tried to set them free,
9 N7 R7 A$ Q+ E1 s. oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Y, V0 q9 g0 s1 e- I# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 F& ?! ~% a& [! `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, j. t. a! m3 W& B/ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( j) g& d% e" l. A/ S, b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: i2 @' a0 m* m" ~# yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 K3 w; l' N" h( | Y( F2 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ i- S& d4 p- ^/ y( [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 I+ T: M' B' D2 t4 W0 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, : X# s# k6 ]: N; z8 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 e( R- w& R4 H& N W- R4 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 E% e: \" e' w- @2 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 v9 u- u/ j% F* T* U1 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - B2 y; Z- o' c w3 D& N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* D, B3 ^2 f& F, K' |4 Y' p$ aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ^+ {! N( N0 j9 [% S+ C1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,& L9 }& b3 r: N1 w
How you tried to set them free, 5 F5 Y- f+ F% l7 ?$ v. G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& d; L: g" \% z. w3 Z" |Perhaps they never will. |
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