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% q+ @& R% ~- A2 O, M3 e2 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v! @. K7 @; o- TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & \0 B5 y( {* g8 q7 `* ?) h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 G3 M s9 v. t+ c, t9 T: [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 C, s. m( K* K# m- m4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 H7 r7 {' z6 c$ z( l3 W3 ~6 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 y' ~4 Z( }% z: {/ Q* c! m/ WHow you tried to set them free,
2 o$ b, k+ E: {! H: `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) X, k& |/ @, m1 z) Y, W" Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 d V9 p- h+ T! h/ m' Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* F x/ K0 P6 A- s8 d+ S7 {" xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 f5 ~" @1 D% LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. [1 C4 E$ E0 b: \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& H! ]" {! z& R& P. Q" BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % a/ J) b8 P8 }8 [, c. o# _0 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ?$ E% x. p& K9 T4 X. [2 P6 |! DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) d- E8 `7 A( \# y7 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( k0 U0 S& g( j* N$ c* h3 v
* J8 D2 F% Q8 `" AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 N) t/ S% ^- k+ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ^/ p1 ^/ a8 e+ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 O2 d& X. P, X' t% q8 `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, 0 {& ^/ H1 V! E0 i- {
How you suffered for you sanity,$ h4 o8 L, t u3 n% t% J
How you tried to set them free, * z& W3 g, X4 v! t6 ], q* C( u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' T- [% u. F3 v7 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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