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% k3 s' Z9 L \9 k. A5 e) R9 w0 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . q6 w# |+ [% w& r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : X& ^. X. ~ ]/ X, q; ^" ]: p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( {6 {' `1 x8 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 F$ r2 F5 z* E, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 P$ t( ]3 N7 u" d) Q$ d9 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
! l1 v. _* p+ aHow you tried to set them free, . l+ D( ] I! e F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ r( p) |- Z% \& m( X& W, d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* U& e& X3 U! l, d0 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 m, Q# b2 f1 {8 }* j* D1 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " p$ }; r% ]) O* y) K9 m1 ]8 W% E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) \; y4 d4 Q( N5 L- ]* E1 d. F ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: q% B7 m- O. D4 T- [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( f* l6 [1 y4 X# n2 p. G# nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - F" x. ]; |* _1 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 F2 v/ f( v6 B0 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & \7 f7 w- Q) V j& H7 n: G5 m% R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 X$ G8 E7 j+ }" b1 L$ S r7 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 z1 t' W+ s: O7 x5 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Y3 S6 q2 v+ ]& z2 K3 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " P& T% A- T: s1 j0 G( n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . _6 Z% E& d# w' n: j: H
How you suffered for you sanity,% y% `' ^, w- I0 ^
How you tried to set them free,
# }' ]2 n7 }' \9 c6 ?" IThey would not listen they're not listening still, & |$ n3 H- M; S& U+ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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