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2 Y; m6 z2 x$ r! [, lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 i( a/ @8 v; \5 P R# e. _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : D6 o, [. F& t+ q$ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 T0 ^- K z7 |5 R# J) f% _' X6 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 j2 d/ k. D) D# \6 _+ x$ XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 j% [2 A9 `/ K8 g' ^3 \' i5 O$ ?" gHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 z8 w& T2 |, }+ s! h" H
How you tried to set them free,
: i( Z/ @5 M2 b1 [/ nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 \/ g- [! U/ p; ^9 n! `/ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " J! v+ D8 v2 C |4 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Z0 q a3 E+ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ]5 D/ H0 T6 E8 @% eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % H1 l4 o' F! i) | O% `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : V; {2 e0 o$ z& A- J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 e% f7 v# r8 Q: U) }& `' u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % u! j9 f7 L A, z* I5 s8 O. _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 A0 U0 S- u* K/ ~2 T. O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) Q6 t, |0 i7 Q. I, |9 h+ ~' [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 z7 E* n- B8 I' h; ~2 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 j/ e" g0 r3 o* p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
s. O+ _# `0 ^4 r3 I1 o I1 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " b( g2 u+ L7 S+ u1 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + z9 F8 P1 o% X
How you suffered for you sanity,
; c n4 Z/ C# `# j- ]- y) n5 I. m! kHow you tried to set them free, " C) Y A5 ]0 Z+ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 T: V4 A/ k' e) f- f& d5 \Perhaps they never will. |
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