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# c4 i6 O3 e. J* @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / w: E$ g5 r1 e% a& x2 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) E3 {. v( I/ i* z- a- P# r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* _) l P, e* R' T$ r0 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ X2 m _- V# w9 _, hNow I understand what you tried to say to me, q2 N5 S7 y$ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
% S% u! l" L0 u8 nHow you tried to set them free,
C; y: U1 ^# |& h, OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, o* J7 J* A- D TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ~* y0 i. z, n' d+ y @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - p0 @1 |+ i4 P. o& s+ J/ m# V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 `+ {- {; f4 Y: \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: b4 {. e. a1 ^7 r; |* e- w- b- }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! |$ ?! g! k' a# K ?- y5 V* xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* l a- n2 {# ?, U. J4 W- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 }8 ^# o; b( @6 j$ h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 z N8 B7 o; O4 Q @) N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& ?! Y, T w# L! Q8 K. ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
J, O6 T3 ~6 k1 e, }2 l: CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 c1 J; c( i- z3 d$ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ M* o! k" m2 R& Z8 J" r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 A* _ P! b V3 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! C4 ]) ^1 j" k$ H5 X
How you suffered for you sanity,& h; u6 _; W) |5 C
How you tried to set them free, - g* n* A9 H+ g$ b1 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, , e m1 M" I7 f8 Q/ D l/ d. | \
Perhaps they never will. |
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