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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 d0 u0 R" }4 x$ Z3 j7 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! M" E7 W0 N2 m: K4 w8 Z- U/ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" b7 Q1 P5 A0 B0 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 U$ k) E) z) H; D" [/ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 u0 a, G8 M1 _3 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
, t$ Y. d0 Y4 W( d/ c0 OHow you tried to set them free, ! [+ p. \1 N( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ G$ R+ {# j8 e% A5 Q; k! p0 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- J0 U. ]) Q" @5 v/ h! _# rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' b7 r2 Q' m* I8 O# o1 l7 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; Y {) X1 Q* o. V* ~4 I/ P- UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 b( g8 p# E9 d Q/ }- |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 U0 K. M* y* wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " t* ]. Z$ W6 X0 b6 U! j" [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 }+ A+ n% b8 D9 {0 L* D6 S1 _9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, r+ O3 T2 [4 z7 J. Q% x0 ~: p/ ?1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. n$ I& G& f% l. d( B/ u; Y1 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + j+ |3 v$ Y6 P2 n: j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , X" y1 @; h+ M1 k& x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . c" j; R6 F0 Z7 c# N" O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " v. k; k2 e0 E6 n' U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: R5 `# q0 e) Q# O ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^( s# h; Y! iHow you tried to set them free, 5 W, m( l2 \+ X) E+ x; i8 G2 x" q. j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& _# M& W5 Z! q9 L1 t0 n0 NPerhaps they never will. |
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