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1 e5 I1 b# `" V1 a. X' iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 |8 ^! J" A' g6 y: U6 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Z8 z: v/ x5 p# zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F* `8 q I$ m8 s7 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ b- [. [2 j1 C) \; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' G% L' ~; k4 k. M j' THow you suffered for you sanity,
5 a C+ C0 Z1 R/ K$ \/ R% c4 nHow you tried to set them free,
. M" c$ _ y! x, P8 d' U3 O$ \7 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 _" s# _# H a2 m# [2 T9 ^7 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # H1 u5 w. n9 z6 T: }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 y! ]6 u+ a3 e; V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - ~0 S& v1 E: _( k* `7 L: h2 I! b2 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. o' M1 v! D; x- Q& h* W, gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 u7 |9 Q# A6 |9 v0 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 t# i1 n ?5 J5 H7 I) O' C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ^& }0 t; x q& y7 ~8 o+ _But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X! H& e$ |/ o3 R: S! VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 b' G. K1 Z0 V, t8 j6 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 i* ?; t' P, A" K1 W* J6 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; G9 z* t& Q! N) h+ w8 R5 n. \: uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& P- k* ~# y2 q3 E* IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 ]' g3 A: I7 @9 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( h [6 U+ q# ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 @8 x B! R8 uHow you tried to set them free,
% u! n5 S$ k6 x. |" cThey would not listen they're not listening still, - N. x, E0 E6 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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