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' G q; t! K. S7 Z3 }' {7 ?, `( nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* o. |$ X! s: G% _3 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Y2 M9 D8 x0 G, j- z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( K8 L: V# O$ f( A2 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
?1 a+ f4 |4 T w# DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 I2 V+ b1 j" }5 `4 h1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
' _, ^" d& K. M4 |How you tried to set them free, / ~ M @" Y. H. t7 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , i# s) e* `% O# ? X! ^% L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' U; M- {4 q& _% s+ {+ \" @1 e1 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ h) A0 `3 T3 K+ x+ w- |( `& f( y/ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' _$ G0 D u' T; j0 |5 Z; @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & s- Q7 ?# X3 r8 E* F$ G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; K! K2 z( K* B) a0 \$ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # v4 q% t( m/ A2 z% n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 c; r. ]: |3 w/ O" ~) ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, & I, |6 @& h0 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; z& ?2 r6 A# Y9 B' D, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 s$ P6 X% S9 Y0 W8 p8 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 @. `) O6 i4 u6 R4 C% fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( {6 L0 R9 D+ ?, Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) i7 T6 w% ^4 ?" i, B: [4 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,, A( t1 u! E( v0 k' I! S
How you tried to set them free,
1 v# q6 h" }# q7 u% z" HThey would not listen they're not listening still, . w8 _" m; b3 e' T/ e; K9 u" n
Perhaps they never will. |
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