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, w6 }0 w+ q2 m, F! ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* A7 o( _/ a3 @8 M5 H# r1 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ]6 I8 p; s# L* d9 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) }& ~- \0 b& L6 D7 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 f- ?7 r. q: ]# a% _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& K0 P7 U6 r) B# D( a! [How you suffered for you sanity,
" b! c7 ?* O+ ^/ iHow you tried to set them free,
, W _7 @8 S9 Q3 l8 E$ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 A* q" }, j* |. t i0 }* L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: v# u7 j9 Y- ?" ]1 L3 v, ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Y' r, j, L+ S8 P3 D- @6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
D3 B5 O& X! u. s1 i1 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- G2 n1 R' |. [; [, nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 B& m' U3 f* A3 j8 }/ z) UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : `: U% Z& Z& H2 h7 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . ?" S" ^5 \0 v, ~3 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 z9 M9 r8 k* j5 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : s& o3 E/ a" v0 ?* ~3 ?- \! H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( } |8 H0 m( i* r1 d/ c+ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + h) K; p% j- G6 G% N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . d! h4 \0 N# _! ?0 W
* c8 h% Z# o! j4 }5 B9 v* NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ G6 g8 M5 W, x$ V$ N: |, ` }How you suffered for you sanity,. s" N! K# R# M8 K0 a g2 |
How you tried to set them free, U n; s# w* j* [
They would not listen they're not listening still, * J, S! C& T8 A B
Perhaps they never will. |
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