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6 A% k5 ^, i5 d% W7 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! v$ q: j' R. \$ u6 o5 e8 R4 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L6 N! f" t0 O! ^5 I, b0 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; T) D" }) \8 e+ T6 i) B/ }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ j; a7 `9 u, J& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
|" H2 C+ I; a7 g- y- lHow you suffered for you sanity, # G# e& q4 V, C4 G$ h$ ]9 S
How you tried to set them free,
" E, [; L- Y. O# c7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- N, @8 r# O+ Z( g+ x* D: x- [% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( E# E# r% J6 @ x+ F2 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / P& d4 q7 W( z8 B: k8 D+ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 i$ L' Y4 y& ? F# e R: SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 G/ D& t( @! \ V+ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 w2 c& K. [; x4 e" TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: z# N- M- g- p0 z/ dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) U+ P+ p$ r* d- \9 n- h. H" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; Z: A: v4 V& J' y4 j4 V' W+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 o8 b! O0 r1 |* W: q2 V: w% J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
F! _+ E( ^4 q2 k/ M" g: y3 F! SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % D% X! V/ \8 r9 n9 ?7 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( B2 e- k5 ~$ z+ p# k( b) _6 ?, o# o
+ m- w' f* R! u" l! B. J% d6 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) J8 q4 t. @. L. nHow you suffered for you sanity,
b6 g- f7 a. L% D: [1 ^& OHow you tried to set them free, 8 x- N& ?0 q( n; [3 _5 K; J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 v5 F7 S% H* v0 Q8 g% Y& |" APerhaps they never will. |
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