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# e$ Z0 @2 C k! S. Y3 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 i4 L) ?8 |/ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ l6 ]: L" }" v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, C$ h/ |! S4 g9 G" M+ |4 I& z# Q6 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ~' A. g6 i8 U& ^% r) \5 w; x$ I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 b' F$ z; N+ gHow you suffered for you sanity, e( R5 K3 o; a0 }/ m& A5 ]& T
How you tried to set them free,
/ S0 N6 b5 I4 j* V" HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / D) D( T9 W& m* S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: N6 G( R: J" K. X/ S- I7 c$ {: PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ^6 E o# K* `' a' Y) PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 T* F5 m3 J5 l/ ^' [5 c2 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 _0 A/ w5 m% K7 m$ p t8 M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / K1 N/ k) v9 m+ H+ v \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, S0 d& a9 t8 Q# u+ h7 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 B0 m5 P. \+ m U" ]5 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, . z7 ?" m* j9 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! [1 r& o4 o1 g* uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Q: I; l2 m2 d- L' Q5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 g& z& d2 h7 \2 N) L* q6 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) c* _) u* j+ y' }4 G$ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( K7 a% M1 h1 Q3 b! ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " L( d) E$ G0 U5 b- V
How you suffered for you sanity,- J+ {! s/ W6 M( s% z
How you tried to set them free,
F4 a$ h, q/ C, [They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ?) M# H# _* X" p) W( nPerhaps they never will. |
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