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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; q! }+ D3 e2 M$ L, C& K3 P1 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 o" O# d6 t1 U0 w5 Y4 D( rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 N. U4 l; L, C. E( c' W+ r! Q& \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 W; J/ C8 A/ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ x0 q2 A" J( C# j
How you suffered for you sanity,
% d. V6 W7 W: q$ J; @0 uHow you tried to set them free,
+ G) C% A1 o. kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 H x" N* ?( J" Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " o4 T7 B# g) i( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @1 f+ j4 E8 `8 `& U q- R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : w/ ]! A4 k0 B. w5 Y( t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# u. G ?# h$ e6 {6 B; i- ~% vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 z( H& b% @8 n6 D" B( }( n6 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: l8 S0 k0 v- Y3 r& }8 e: ?7 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , r8 Z h% Z. J. k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 e) z4 q& Q% UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 j; ~ ~; R3 T: w" ]( v8 ^ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! }- q e1 J* b! P. x( z+ {4 g o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 C9 n( U6 N( R/ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" V9 s6 T0 E1 m4 b0 F- d- pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # {$ g$ _7 t* \: Q2 t6 o4 h2 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 |! X+ E' U; mHow you suffered for you sanity,% G" d4 M$ m9 o2 }( \
How you tried to set them free,
8 K( i4 E0 ^# j. a' x5 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 D" v8 t0 }) e2 Z, nPerhaps they never will. |
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