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; s2 A3 l9 d% G( |4 V, E+ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ |/ R* J- `. U MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & e! p! T0 p6 X) a! ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y. s$ R' |! nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Q4 C& h) V) g* R' R2 s' M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 N: y3 q+ B7 e2 ^( jHow you suffered for you sanity, . o( U8 e& G3 T1 {- t8 M7 V; L
How you tried to set them free, 1 K6 @$ n6 {1 O1 }( p( _- ?0 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 H, {4 Y! }; o) C M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 {" ~% c" Y A' O! ?6 E+ I, FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 D2 q. j! t1 g# A. ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! W6 W: T1 H* X, H# tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ T6 ^# H7 L5 c9 i
: K8 v0 ~$ I: c8 }, M# w# ?# cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 o! k4 V' c I- r3 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 L- Q" F7 F' W* i$ @8 j7 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! G. I8 H; ~2 C6 Q+ j. p) p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 }* P/ {, ^, F. E: ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `3 u, R7 c& I% |( I# `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / W" r. x6 p; m5 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 P8 H2 S7 N8 l |! l2 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 h4 `9 k, ]: c5 }. ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / X* l, E, {- ^& g9 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 U1 h/ H4 _6 u) uHow you suffered for you sanity,% z( v2 m( h7 n) m3 |9 `+ p6 {
How you tried to set them free, # l- D* @+ E& I+ p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ j: F* i. O% QPerhaps they never will. |
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