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]% B' V8 f0 U5 A$ o2 s g; m! _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 b1 Y: Q/ U1 S8 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 w! A0 y- w. U' ?4 q9 `8 s+ p3 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 @8 _/ d/ ]9 v" c, g6 }& M9 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 j/ f5 k5 g8 |4 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ i. s$ k% f9 d2 G& A, {
How you suffered for you sanity, - I+ G' Q+ {( x3 [8 K2 W
How you tried to set them free,
% R" l9 g1 R) G: O7 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 l' W' t& r7 j0 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t: {6 e1 J: p) W; e- H6 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 n) Y- F. e" v3 r6 U2 ~5 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( C. `9 g; j7 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( O% s8 D8 r J4 k7 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 |5 M; n+ A- WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( \; f Q0 e, u5 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , w( Z/ z5 C9 l2 {1 O) u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 M( ~ a4 E9 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - |9 V3 R) u+ d- |! p5 _% K; z- L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * @+ V- E) M) G3 B6 T8 l' J: |( E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ?1 C# K2 E' z6 c3 y; c) ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 {" E, e0 W! ]2 y2 t1 Z5 p2 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * @ h8 T+ L7 \2 F* n& S
$ m4 f& s/ N7 N0 u) `: yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% e1 O4 O( T2 t [4 [How you suffered for you sanity,7 ]1 e' ]* @$ y7 v, D8 P0 Y
How you tried to set them free, 2 g* v' g2 v- I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 b, d/ m$ ^* n) S0 j: bPerhaps they never will. |
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