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9 u/ q$ m0 L6 `5 F; \. hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, k) R8 n, T% c- H9 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ^' ?4 Y* Z, I/ u6 C9 J. X' A, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 }3 N- l4 d4 j: M/ q3 }' ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) {5 u8 I: G) G6 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, [! |; n. i6 D0 U. a- dHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 j3 z0 G% |' a0 j
How you tried to set them free,
9 M% P# g6 J3 E6 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( F) }9 ^6 ~) i3 y. V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 W+ \! |: g! u6 H( {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q: {: y1 K- V1 {2 h" ~7 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 n2 c& U% l$ J B3 Z5 ~
Weathered 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,
0 |0 I1 z) C0 ]% j& k N! \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V. y/ t5 I' m9 p w9 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 E. Y; ]& Q4 ]- E
But I could have told you, Vincent, . q5 P6 x2 P' |/ h1 e6 d8 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / W. I' v z0 K I5 e# x$ ~- k" ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& K U; P/ m1 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Z* z: x/ q8 [6 O; f( bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 L. ?) v; M3 d, D; O5 z7 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 A7 v5 x$ k- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 F- W6 ]- y1 w# i# r+ F+ b& ?+ o. \How you suffered for you sanity,
; E/ l/ C) @/ vHow you tried to set them free,
5 B' ~( p9 i j( ?2 r( Q3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ c0 j1 [9 s- N& k+ SPerhaps they never will. |
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