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2 H. p9 Q0 m% k8 I6 u; E) y- t! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- c& @" ]# R1 a( u/ m. gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - {, y3 |7 ?6 U, x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; c8 O2 h) E7 ^+ b) ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . j( d8 D8 L: P0 q; \5 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# J* a7 R& S7 a0 N; xHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 [/ M$ q7 _& R4 H( ?# t! p; M1 R9 KHow you tried to set them free,
5 M$ k- w1 x9 r1 O5 k7 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ]- v, ?; ?) ^) s8 O& ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]* i9 S, p _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + l$ G. d2 y$ Y8 Q6 K- T, `7 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ c C4 x1 Y0 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! @7 x7 W; v7 n+ H! h& sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) o8 j, m/ J! x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( o6 ?4 F. E! P" n f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% x" m4 |5 A- W+ mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 z4 U3 `) I- |" TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( x, l! r; }( g" I# m( F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ l K( I1 b$ N: b4 g2 b4 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ~& Q- z ? y! T+ E* o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! n1 b5 m4 f. u& U. W+ J/ w# N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! D0 \7 G1 u8 {7 B, _2 H `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ L& C- \# n1 z+ |7 `3 Q8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,1 f) Z0 N! c1 A" s$ [+ t, h! ~
How you tried to set them free, y2 J* M, ~! v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) P. x f0 P* I( Q1 l! k0 \) cPerhaps they never will. |
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