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7 b7 H% \0 P! V: a/ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; i" y# k! d" N, e+ B4 S5 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& g4 L, T! x* v/ y H6 X% UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 b# n& [8 I a9 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ?. Q5 c. G g' L7 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 V! G9 z5 m3 t* s, cHow you suffered for you sanity,
; a9 _7 \0 s$ g' o4 b0 E2 F$ [4 lHow you tried to set them free, 0 e! u. u; P8 b3 }. \3 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 W5 W& q2 m5 I1 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Z, N/ v! D) T9 v; Q; o$ N& j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 [ y4 Z0 {; G0 _8 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 H: r6 U( R! _! s' t1 `% e/ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; u. c# _" k& X# r K: KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# h! p: V- e/ r) E2 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `- i( S& b3 B( }8 J" B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F j% f3 z SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 j6 z: Y% } w% t/ l, H/ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; F! Q" @ k. N1 B1 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + O, t8 H O' b, ^/ r5 _+ l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 c& n4 ?7 J$ C" O3 K; p5 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; j: ^' A- e& n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 K# ` g) f% t9 p
How you suffered for you sanity,/ e" T* G9 z! u0 u5 `/ u
How you tried to set them free, ! E% o' `6 B! s% r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% f. D+ M# s) j! Q( O+ JPerhaps they never will. |
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