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, u- Q# h& v( A5 n8 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & y) \8 X5 \& H" B& A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; v; C6 B, G3 ?/ L3 o- f1 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ h/ e) p! F. p4 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- o$ {2 X! [' S2 v0 d7 y$ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* \/ g) e; N+ e) S
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 Y( u& l' u8 B! S& Y9 u
How you tried to set them free,
9 x* H, Z4 S9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : g) R% b$ h7 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' R! }3 g* D( K! a( U$ n, l, X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Z( W! M( y0 u+ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! `4 k2 N6 ^' P5 b9 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: g3 P6 j @, X$ Y2 @% ?( FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& M2 A5 v0 N5 d7 q- R2 q. N! w7 M5 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 a. s9 e ~& | Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* s8 d9 o2 G, H; _But I could have told you, Vincent,
, d! f% p ]! A, i' A( j6 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 S: T* f3 F I; eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 }5 E/ q) Q) y) @8 t( F9 z8 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 U- c7 @9 W2 e' @5 s3 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 }6 x- V4 v2 B' I7 j, j
; x* V- g* Q }" DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" m, }" `. Q$ `" U o$ A% b! tHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 P& A5 @+ K: G, Z& j/ O: ^How you tried to set them free,
; n+ e5 s' p" f$ F/ O, I( [They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 R& h% y' |# F/ x1 G' N' ]! E
Perhaps they never will. |
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