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1 x1 J5 J& L& n. P6 z# }# y/ ?# WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 d* I4 x1 F5 H( U( H0 u1 Z1 v8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( b' ]8 j' s' X6 T) u7 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ m( R; [3 l4 c% @' d: ]0 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- k, L" t3 @$ j- Q+ Y) R! r' O6 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ v& m+ C1 C) p
How you suffered for you sanity,
- P3 M. H1 M4 j6 t7 x3 lHow you tried to set them free,
$ L" }3 W; N) M+ f7 y4 H2 h, ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ F0 x7 u; Q( s& _2 N7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ p! u/ Y6 _! x: C7 {2 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % c I2 Z- F' z& b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n! n0 n0 s5 h+ ~7 K3 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ r5 Z5 K: c, K( c% HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * o1 j9 w: Q( ?3 B8 }" U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% |. t0 `1 j, S/ ]( d! E5 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
- o! j& q! c6 S/ yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 _" Z: a5 B( {2 [( p3 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ?; [) X9 o* P1 o4 z7 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 W& d( h$ I; j5 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 e8 y5 b% Q- S5 {) a# ], N+ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% X1 x1 _* p; h/ W/ Y2 ^& @How you suffered for you sanity,, ]* O. y! N# Y/ N3 e) f9 e2 { V" V- W
How you tried to set them free,
' r/ b/ D# } C$ r4 Q5 G& q6 n9 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, : U4 X) b% J) H/ e! h9 J9 |, ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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