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% @% P2 o4 A3 o Y; ?" uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 v7 B5 J' O& d% I) g! bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / J" [9 y8 z; Y" [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ j6 \$ [/ H/ L# J; gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! m9 m5 }$ _* ]# [( K$ VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! t+ }- q1 e2 V9 F' [
How you suffered for you sanity,
. n- V+ M! q$ ?# CHow you tried to set them free,
1 A8 S% M3 G$ s% D/ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " f4 f+ _6 h- h* m/ O3 ^7 A; S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* y1 z4 `9 d( I2 u& w3 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ M; K/ M9 f* Q+ Y) ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ C& Y4 A. l: J) h+ mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " ~" u/ B/ P- X! y/ r
3 R) d* Y% j& S# }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; J1 ~8 u% v6 K8 x6 K! B- L- f4 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ e" r. S* e$ H4 a( a6 g0 [- y! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y* S O0 i6 m8 P1 W2 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, + e8 j. V. ]8 ?0 d+ @* k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ^* H2 c6 N+ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 |! i* N* o: jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ~5 A/ o2 x) I* v( A9 {1 pThe 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,
$ F3 Q* b- e. o* t7 V o) p& f: ?How you suffered for you sanity,0 X6 \% V. P$ J' g
How you tried to set them free,
% y2 W, V7 b! P3 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 L' u ?- Q9 }9 x9 Z3 n; b2 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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