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2 [. h1 {; \( b" c- r, JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * U; T4 G- Y3 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Q! J; N' _$ N/ b( j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 L8 o: q3 X% f4 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 |) |! y: p- \( ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 N0 O- v) M$ E/ q4 Q2 a% \2 _How you suffered for you sanity, ( y! `, B- j: D5 z# e; M: X' r% |0 p
How you tried to set them free, : \) Y! g7 q1 S9 ~6 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 d2 `6 u+ J) r' GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' [9 O$ N8 ?5 x: `: QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Q3 @& a, U0 O1 R* D, W6 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 m" ^! L- @8 k% `
Weathered 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,
! B( r. q! A2 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( _! @& E7 V" A# e8 u$ J ~7 `% q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 k+ h# j8 c1 C \: MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 s" V, d1 D5 R0 }# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. k' [+ r. K. K% j. p5 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. A4 N2 m) P S& |. o& PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ?7 j" _6 J5 g3 f5 J) I2 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " V8 O% n/ S; d% ^# [5 D: N+ A% R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F1 k/ R' ]1 ?( _6 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : K# f& u% Z" e! Y# L5 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 o0 x" r1 n% K7 KHow you tried to set them free, 2 \7 V# Z! e+ F' W: u- d1 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, & u/ h4 |4 y: {# ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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