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$ A! D C2 c" R% o% D$ X9 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ a' _: k8 z+ M! b+ }! c& S' v4 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P, [4 J% V; y, DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! R4 M9 h; Q; F* V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, j0 y5 h0 D( u6 H" p& o! lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 t& k# _; a) H2 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 }& \# j) G. P3 E r
How you tried to set them free,
: [/ ^& I+ p8 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / }1 h" B% y1 Z2 |4 G* p5 P( @$ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ I! s0 y( n. [0 @4 r, p o4 _( oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 T. O; N, A+ {5 C: y" u4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% u0 `9 p1 ]6 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' c. t- H8 q( Z8 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . P P9 c/ `) y# i. k; e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ r. G5 I6 T( ]: ^+ {8 x$ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / S! O# q; {* e! u3 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, + h5 d4 z. E; E) X% ]. p1 u1 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* n8 R& _8 d$ [+ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ G% m5 P0 l3 N, A: ~+ ?. l* {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : N5 U5 ~/ {7 X0 g$ E$ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Y0 H1 C1 x* J y/ g! j) ?
5 I) L4 e" |3 R5 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' c8 b. j" a; E- s0 ~6 {% AHow you suffered for you sanity,1 Y/ C' B( c i4 j7 t
How you tried to set them free,
3 U, H* ]7 a9 F5 J7 V/ i( zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" f7 P ^2 w0 w$ r) h. y5 uPerhaps they never will. |
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