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( ]; B, X) B' t$ \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ N$ |0 \; ^+ V8 G. ~+ L+ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / F z" {6 e3 q8 k5 H- T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 K/ k- f; k/ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! A1 \8 Q' D2 G+ Q* S2 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ T/ s3 Y8 y; C* m. q
How you suffered for you sanity,
) U9 d9 }- p% e9 J! EHow you tried to set them free, ' G! F; y6 b, B# G/ n! x5 J2 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W) ~* a9 Z9 j# c% ?7 T; JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Y2 K* w* W; t cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
~: y8 n7 x2 \. u! u6 m4 ~6 m9 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 b3 G& k( b d) U# U! DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ R3 J- t7 O! D* \( J. H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 H6 S3 O) F$ D" vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # X: J' n/ Q. C8 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Z" y8 y3 l& {8 w3 L$ V# H; }But I could have told you, Vincent,
) N4 i6 ]6 D) W9 C% HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) x9 A/ h. M# y5 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 f m; J/ V& H! F6 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c+ b/ Q4 K' G) TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & I- N' |9 W, B* Q Q6 k" |& ^
How you suffered for you sanity,& f6 v/ N2 O2 A* s0 ]
How you tried to set them free, : V9 \) J/ _. }- b3 \ D( O% D
They would not listen they're not listening still, / m; J3 N; m" x
Perhaps they never will. |
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