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+ p4 p% D4 |, \* ]# |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( c: ?. O& A( L7 }! R) c7 N( r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 \' U1 X/ H7 y/ j; h7 b4 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ |4 n# K ]9 R( F+ B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * b( c' _0 x. t2 D }6 r. t" S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, R! b& @( X5 C3 P7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
; n8 m* b* m8 z5 bHow you tried to set them free,
& j7 A6 A; h; u. ~( s9 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! J0 @' ]6 I2 V8 s2 t3 Q7 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ^7 g) ^7 D- D! v3 `7 r3 L& PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) t/ b: {4 J" |5 M m* l6 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) w' i$ ~. d6 k" o8 U2 C! G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) A+ {. T+ x9 N; I3 G, ?/ ]( H# rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 S7 c% C/ M/ \2 v2 q' yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ f4 W1 @9 h0 [' B5 z) a) H% s2 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, # E+ u* x, D/ |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ D0 y# r9 b. a& X' f' i! \7 @9 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ?, W" U+ Q$ u3 s
5 R! D/ _% o: BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Z. q' N, K* c& t; e1 c9 f; n" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 H& L: h- Y' r6 I1 m$ D5 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& A3 ~0 H4 Y6 K1 n4 W( _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" Y8 i: ?* ?6 ]; ]* I5 b8 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& e8 _7 T' M! e/ K5 B. b5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,) z8 n5 x0 f) g7 a
How you tried to set them free, 5 `6 L4 A. f6 R" w0 q* n. _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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