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/ E+ g3 Q# {; W \1 C& U/ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' f* S% b, v9 T* y, `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. B$ N. y2 p) M; A) o PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ S+ c. q7 q/ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / l7 u" e# \+ e2 v' F8 q1 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# `9 o4 W* W, n& ?3 b3 a4 C8 o
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 j$ W5 ~5 `; W9 V! ]% S
How you tried to set them free, % Z# s" k q3 @' q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Y' j' E* C q( ~' B, g) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G3 m# J5 A6 Z2 r& q/ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % U# o) u$ B6 @/ i0 o& R; j: `# D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @9 O2 Z+ \; T- p$ U; C! w0 L
Weathered 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,
5 Y5 W: _2 y' N3 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 Z% {) _5 F4 {- N1 r* }) B# iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, S2 i# o. b2 i+ Z' y; K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ H& G: x% Y3 D; a( S5 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 c3 K: S* V0 x& fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 A Y( V& l8 {* X |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 d6 e" ]: F$ b2 y1 n! E' z! jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 a# y! b! d7 ^7 A! FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 ?" L }, p9 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 U+ P) p5 E, s% Y H
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ]7 _2 l9 W) J* s1 l: t# BHow you tried to set them free, + r4 a! C, g; f, t8 p/ b, C
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) |& [" X; O+ w' v6 S- f, Q$ \
Perhaps they never will. |
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