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. a# L& ]$ [! OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* s( c$ U: n: X( X; h$ J/ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) u+ H8 i. z7 C$ d1 C! XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 P* O$ p% R( Q& J1 P) H( JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ m$ `0 A) u4 g# ^. d0 y8 N; oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ O" S/ n6 p7 x2 fHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 F7 f+ M9 Q) K* S4 C: M
How you tried to set them free,
2 E- [! B+ F+ p& ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O: @$ S+ V5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " y; K0 H, d" a: x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : `( \/ z1 Z. m7 ^+ y3 |, ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + V- G8 x0 g2 I; N; H& R( ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" S Y& D, y, J4 T8 V9 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 n2 T! c- K- l. I. c# U! Q9 E2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" q# b7 W% ^4 O& L) }) nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ~% T; C5 n9 k: oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- Q- g4 ?8 g- n( n7 c5 d" B; x# [" _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' E+ g1 _1 w: [8 q4 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i& v0 G1 E" X# r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 w# i$ @7 C/ z$ ^1 k$ D* q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, }# S _2 i I+ d: z/ s0 ]The 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,
8 {# |" Q, D2 V9 H1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
% \8 K1 D2 T& [6 GHow you tried to set them free, 2 P7 A# } _: y$ _" r6 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 x( l/ C! L: n5 Y6 n+ c' j6 w6 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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