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- J; n6 K0 v; \7 C3 s1 d% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 g: k& x7 s* j' h% q3 E# _1 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 K H5 Z. ^/ Q# r! H A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, W8 {0 U. y9 M- n0 j8 C) {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: O) w1 R- c) |7 U Z& D4 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,- Z& r; T; U9 \: w$ y8 r' U; {0 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 y7 E1 _' T$ }4 QHow you tried to set them free, $ u' J# h m' }0 K: V; F( `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 d% w$ d' X* A9 c! ]) K$ M& }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: y0 H5 }3 A1 b6 H6 L% HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ E& p$ n& F% fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% f3 [ E% a: R. c: o! gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 R! V; l! |& O3 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @, P- j$ w: ~2 T1 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ B5 z* E' W# L+ v/ V t) V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 i- Z- s4 C- m" o) ^4 @- y7 n2 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 i: f4 K- G" ^: v' f$ _" f0 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l4 ^2 [ l; @& f: |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e2 j) T& S$ @' `5 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' {2 v: |$ a! o) T: iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) x8 |# j; B. D; m4 _8 L7 z1 c! t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 j: d/ L/ ~, Z' ]2 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# r8 v4 A$ U$ x& |; B! G- _How you suffered for you sanity,
) E/ w: K# w8 O) C+ J. \How you tried to set them free,
" W/ p5 J4 ^( S8 X! ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 M. n1 b+ P4 c5 q+ V4 p- JPerhaps they never will. |
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