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. R& W" U/ H% u- O7 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * {9 d8 D" V) C8 D+ X$ F( `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' \6 ]+ ]5 P& ~0 q+ q9 b% T: EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 o9 x2 r, o F, c: H. e6 n* kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 K6 c3 ^+ g% T. p) P- s2 m* k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, B( o$ G! P$ g4 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
, u0 U8 E( `% P9 i0 h" [How you tried to set them free,
* y& u" Q o8 C/ ? N% F. f: Q+ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 }* l4 d) J% e( _/ p5 d, yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, h: }" H' ~8 M7 f5 F( E4 L: B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ]7 V R& C' H" y4 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 R2 X7 D1 u0 {# p, x0 l& {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / v) B+ |. b7 f; \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ?1 Z3 G* B) Y a; P! t5 l# d3 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 F- J' J. A* I e- _; H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% G8 B3 v9 R# e6 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, : j6 a" K) x& i) W5 D% ]0 P4 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . j- E; c4 k7 A( f" C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ], [* X( I( Y6 p) L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ p) S1 q1 A# t8 s9 _ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ i. `7 B/ L+ W6 G* `5 d- T6 ^5 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " H+ r& t5 J" o4 Q/ d) B* D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 C; m6 Y% _2 s1 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
" @* E+ X9 A; m6 l/ @, F' n, Q# gHow you tried to set them free, 7 D: Z( c' V+ u7 @7 \ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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