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% \# `8 r. p, D: C P% tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E/ ?& j( q9 x; c: R) l4 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# i. o. \8 `- p0 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Q, g6 A" S) y: c3 E. F" q; x0 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' b( _' F) a0 c1 t3 m, O8 b( mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* n- r. G. V2 E: {) M2 T5 A0 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
& N$ c$ o ?' vHow you tried to set them free, ; f* w4 H2 v$ k% s( d, `4 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- D0 C. a; Y4 u M8 \. m% q8 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * `$ C9 Q: h; n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' [- [% k* B0 D1 y1 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ l' [0 }: |1 B: S( F9 Q; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' V4 _% x1 M6 K WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* }% U, o, B- A3 b: @; C$ bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , }$ T0 a+ r% D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# u0 j1 q! L# e( iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 R9 ^* d/ X) m8 @
! g2 t/ W1 X2 f9 [: ~4 u3 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 Y2 W# l! Y# M q9 }' u( M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ]( `7 w6 i# t) D' t4 V& F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : c7 W4 T* A: O) e6 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* J1 k6 ~* a6 u% V( [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 L0 r' u* n8 e. u
How you suffered for you sanity,( Z! i& F I) e5 E2 k: w$ \/ M
How you tried to set them free,
; R1 H; p) E: j7 A" Q E/ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 |! c, [' E4 F u% PPerhaps they never will. |
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