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a# P+ }2 G1 R* E8 h2 z% O* lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & y! m: z. R' j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" h1 m; [1 M& ^, X2 k+ l% [4 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: U- a) b% D; L5 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 [9 s+ {& {" ~5 _/ j; FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P. m# t$ |. \& E9 g& Z
How you suffered for you sanity, . `- n" n- v9 m9 `* @$ e i3 Y
How you tried to set them free,
: x% i( A; w9 I4 Z1 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ]( J. p' ?% Q6 u4 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. P# A& |% T1 N! B V0 M4 m1 K( h* YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ J( k9 K. b2 }/ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 L% ~: ^' ~ W PWeathered 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,
/ l6 h$ ]1 ^2 Q% X4 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ z% _& o0 F# r7 m* G* [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" _/ }' x& t; E/ K% E* x- E) IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ R: W9 F6 o+ K9 Z0 {, CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" e p/ W4 c- p7 J8 T* [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( U1 J. E' p7 [5 i4 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- v9 { `8 k3 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + j" k W A- g4 A- r5 R. l; f
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, 9 H" T* i7 G$ [6 p1 e- A4 g& t w' Z
How you suffered for you sanity,6 H( x$ Q0 q( W7 }* b8 ]
How you tried to set them free,
, N- d8 ^3 I% [: L+ c- } ~& OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* r, E0 V$ X# X, ` g" ]# JPerhaps they never will. |
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