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" L+ h$ ~% a* [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 t& d: [5 p) h7 p' s& bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / }3 k7 T) D+ b3 R+ }6 Y; Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 h1 @$ G' u8 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' x0 S6 l! w7 b4 I; q) E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 B: r/ Y( G* M0 I3 n; mHow you suffered for you sanity, ; d E6 o- u, q& q
How you tried to set them free, * k2 I) ^3 W' U2 a, y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& E: F: i6 G- q4 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 W8 |' Z: ~# \) V8 x0 c5 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 U6 h- k# Y" m4 ^3 S0 J) ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ?1 `, b! s; b* W! O5 K2 E) j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, @ n" N! F$ h4 z3 N' Z3 V/ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 a3 q9 Q! b2 s* g1 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ]# Y: R- |; m, Q) Z+ B& M' v+ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 k. p+ w0 D" Y$ Y5 j7 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 r! G% i: D+ T, U1 p* U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 @ A! n& ]. _8 I5 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 J6 R# C: C. J, l! S! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ?/ k% M/ ], P* _5 j7 \; N1 B) q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % E0 c* {" x! G5 h, @5 m& i+ ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 r3 q+ F# s- ]+ G- e
# S4 q. Z/ [' N4 U9 ^2 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; e/ v' C9 C0 s/ r% h7 d; BHow you suffered for you sanity,8 x! H( v. z/ ^3 ^% [
How you tried to set them free, 2 s4 p6 t, |% f! O' G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) B6 J5 ]+ G5 ~5 b. W% D YPerhaps they never will. |
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