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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ W% z/ z& a7 K3 \% X8 H" s+ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ]+ F+ i4 ?) \. j' n% D3 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! f& ?4 ~) a% D4 v* p% r3 N Z$ c h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 y4 g4 L# e7 [' y# |. A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* K! Z3 x- K8 |3 C% x5 M; f6 THow you suffered for you sanity,
8 R: f# l4 a v5 A- SHow you tried to set them free,
; o4 O& x( b) n6 F- y: IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" b/ U Y* k5 v. |# g* B5 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 r9 w. H, U' f; v0 h" J$ Q# nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ W& k! w9 q% u% S1 i/ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" U" w( o- \/ |* v" PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 F2 z+ C- a1 z! J3 _. o4 A+ j& x: iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: [" ^# O+ b, e$ ?* ?( oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ~' ?1 z& x, E8 T; R, g$ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, D! M: v2 m+ T" |
But I could have told you, Vincent, & @( o6 F& P/ l6 l5 h- x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # n4 T+ D9 ? v7 ^3 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 {6 B+ N9 Y2 ~4 y" s" a! tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & C$ ?& R3 q6 s3 h: k3 ] q) ~9 {' U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) @5 h# F- G9 v" O5 Q/ F+ a! A% TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 }# w. U7 ]: A4 ~/ W1 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ N0 P9 b5 |+ M& [; t0 Q" p7 g
How you suffered for you sanity,( a" o8 i1 O/ T6 ] G
How you tried to set them free,
0 L$ t$ N, E% Z- zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. T$ Q' Y$ q& H& U- j8 R/ H4 T6 U* kPerhaps they never will. |
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