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% B- q5 Z& N$ F6 m! L, DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 Z! L4 Y+ c0 y; e1 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ~9 c' Z4 L9 R+ Z- L; mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, `5 M0 F. _1 O, { y9 t5 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; `2 H# Z0 }. z8 V) M' ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 r* G6 @- x9 n+ ?: L
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 a, N% `; T6 t( z: d7 ]+ a3 I6 jHow you tried to set them free,
$ C+ J9 J7 F. S; [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 b4 `/ U% p+ R0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 l# ?6 j+ ~0 d1 E; h6 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % o; E" G. @# x6 r0 P* K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 E: ]9 }, g4 A t2 M. _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( m9 A$ K; Y# v9 C/ }: hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 s3 L6 m$ u, E* ]+ j. K9 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 K0 f% ?3 F' @ c$ { uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - f+ B2 y3 {; W: M- u3 j; `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 u( t3 z! \ B, {) ]' AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' c0 [6 w( H: d- y3 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + d4 ^0 o5 R7 _2 \ [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) x8 D+ a1 @& X: [; PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 |$ T6 l% b O K& g
How you suffered for you sanity,
( H8 V1 M+ [, b0 k8 @- O3 ^How you tried to set them free,
+ {/ N1 d( l: p' ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ F' L8 X% f0 e, B4 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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