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# \5 \% @+ C x, [8 Q; C9 j0 n# I! XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 p6 u- B7 o- m6 l6 o& W' Q# A# ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ~* l& ?2 c0 M+ p) }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 O L/ S3 S0 W2 j. R( RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 y, k6 p/ Q; p( ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' v! [/ p- A$ [5 H# ?9 u% NHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 v0 v, M% U" ~/ FHow you tried to set them free,
5 E8 \1 m1 N" A( X" r! R* q) RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" }. J3 }. `5 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 Q7 `( @4 }# o7 G7 @; |4 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 T$ Q# w/ y) s" g( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' a; G2 Y: [1 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 x5 f. _. f( Z& i. w4 z$ R6 [/ a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; S4 R8 ` E9 l; u; t; cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 @4 E0 {! o& v6 g3 o9 ^# [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ^9 Z1 N3 {3 k; h" |8 s& P
But I could have told you, Vincent, % h/ n0 e' L( y6 d% p# S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : C& x# V& O; _
) H5 a# C1 Z: s/ ~# i7 V' ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) B3 I& I- d4 i& Y& I5 s1 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Y- g8 T# _ ]. g4 c ?6 p1 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 S& F# `, \( s. k# lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 y0 K5 O8 w: Q! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : \7 L) k" J) D9 L+ m9 |- ^
How you suffered for you sanity,8 P9 R/ l" X0 C$ @9 h4 U, y2 W0 Z
How you tried to set them free,
% E- s) `) A' P3 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 Z/ V! w* b) ?& {
Perhaps they never will. |
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