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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % I: L' N% ~! Q; l4 I9 f# e" w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ {7 @; `% e1 ?3 G4 t& X% V% B2 H4 m8 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ }( J3 ] Y, w8 [9 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 @) _9 X8 {( l A" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 Z6 y M2 y- y0 k2 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
. I' z! i8 q _4 G3 Q: JHow you tried to set them free,
' f V4 U2 a- r8 X: aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; {3 H* q( |2 |6 @" AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 J" p4 S1 P) i2 R/ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 A6 y+ {6 X; @: sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - B7 L7 X. @ c; b& @( M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% r7 D5 P3 R/ d& Z& g7 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 S# d* N; T! Y' f* M' t& ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ?3 ^6 t0 J# T# eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - ^8 t5 _7 R# D6 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. d3 u0 v4 a2 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) t- S) _ [" n' pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ b2 s" J5 w, I/ H* d0 i. i) F# _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( h. ]' J3 w: e3 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# \: B) j' e; a' hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 p% e! i- L" w. _3 y: y5 A R f5 R) {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& c) j# _& G5 E: nHow you suffered for you sanity,
, _) E/ n) E( a. D. yHow you tried to set them free,
! N) E9 j9 n, o4 x [# Y! E. E+ cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# W. F/ o; J: SPerhaps they never will. |
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