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& {- g% @; I; d, M& A6 L/ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~; ~' l9 o6 h. V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, J# H$ L% e+ q, ~& U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& H9 D0 e, a, O% u, c) f+ ?; L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' E! \1 T6 ?$ v% @3 C1 O- k$ E+ a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* q4 J3 @( k! U+ U; HHow you suffered for you sanity, / q3 f) T) }6 f0 H9 h
How you tried to set them free,
9 L, B" q- c' K( z0 e: {: ~% Q0 ?% z1 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # |9 Z/ v9 y; w3 w. G& \: J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 K& h+ q* ?7 Y7 ]/ P, n+ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 s% x4 M: l% |- b( t. u6 i( _7 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# |7 a8 T9 U& M: }) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ?0 w) y, u$ `" V, ?/ V) ]3 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. Z& u* R, n& O7 p+ \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 m0 Q$ Q- y6 v# Z! m! TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / t; f. T' g+ e; W9 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' F, a4 e. B3 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D" Y0 v5 z d5 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ]3 J- r8 J9 z+ ]' p' |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 l- x( d4 D2 c" x q/ x6 j# P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) q1 h+ P2 o7 d+ H; C7 t5 ?" nThe 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,
# C. F& v0 b, n# J/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 r; k D7 b3 ZHow you tried to set them free, * U p- u- }! ^ [) b) Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* J6 j9 |6 I3 c" T9 hPerhaps they never will. |
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