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! O% n4 J$ g8 u4 V( _* f$ R8 l/ bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Z1 Y0 u6 l! [9 K j9 X- i# o QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ~. a; T% d- }2 D! h. H+ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 F8 K" Y! y+ K, o6 b. N& sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * u8 g+ U1 j( P( I' @# n! A% p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ X+ w' n- j) qHow you suffered for you sanity, ) A9 f0 `! j0 Y `. a' G( w. A
How you tried to set them free,
" h; H- {, ^ C0 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Q7 W0 _6 A% ^" X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( o/ { D2 b* v1 K) D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* |9 H4 G+ D) \1 b: @/ cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ X8 o: Z$ d& g: H3 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; u' w$ K4 N, j2 B! z' {+ ?' ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 {* `" O% p% ~) V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 v9 o$ A% e; b! r8 _! Y# p3 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 _% j g7 ]7 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' U: g4 k1 S! g1 m7 Y) f4 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' X$ ^4 s& Y# j. c8 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) y, y# c) }+ r3 a, xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( o6 m& h& u0 ] m3 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" u4 y2 o! w4 k7 s; V+ f# n- {: Y4 f8 |+ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. Y9 h! l' |* F: A" }1 _9 f: lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 Y3 s+ F6 w- e5 i& i' kHow you suffered for you sanity,2 G `* l, I- O9 g% v+ t% h
How you tried to set them free, * K/ P, D4 u0 S6 V. E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 S* f, K, C# U/ Z9 f6 APerhaps they never will. |
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