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$ X4 V& v: Q$ \& E) eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ~, P/ i }) H7 O9 r0 j/ ~; |* \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : o m2 O" X& Y+ B! Z4 _) L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& [; X C7 L+ _! L9 u/ [6 d2 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - `1 h. Z2 t1 B! M( B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Q) h6 `2 n) u8 R4 N& G5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Q; N' a2 E Q/ BHow you tried to set them free, % I2 K0 x, Y+ q1 p r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ C! W$ o7 S( x8 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / }$ T6 a6 E9 K! }( z9 e7 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 I/ A: ~8 D. F0 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! i/ `, l7 |- G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! ^6 z3 M* d+ d; F& [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 h7 M2 k0 W0 G, a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
[- ?3 X; E, X" v4 d, h5 N! {/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, v- F2 ?7 O0 p0 A/ U; r: |7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, # E t/ X7 B9 w4 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 D a2 h, ~- iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 y1 B# g, J0 | g$ A2 w% _/ TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. r5 ]. K% J2 V; r. }# f- H2 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 l) X3 B# K) ]. P) h }% vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ D% C, \% Q3 ~: J. u
% m8 f1 e4 @2 s6 M- q) k/ b6 C7 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 k$ A h& l6 @5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
: s9 k* ^% b+ XHow you tried to set them free,
- M. d& M" L2 T& WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ X8 M) ~( S7 J' VPerhaps they never will. |
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