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- N# E6 V1 @1 y6 y6 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" C) V9 J% G* {6 ]6 \& g N6 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 N+ _! ~' ?7 R: c, {1 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; x7 c# [, I) o ^" D P G; \! e2 j gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 b: R* p, s" f3 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 f+ `( a. l, Q- S( }$ S YHow you suffered for you sanity, $ V( j2 ~, s/ j9 t
How you tried to set them free, 1 ~" F3 G4 e. ]; B& j$ R" Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : o1 W, k4 y: z, a. W# B0 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & \6 H. ~6 w9 j% _6 Y0 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
r5 z; W" s/ O/ S0 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# n' X4 \6 C: C% S0 Q0 J. m4 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]# O- D( e; X2 x* v
8 P- F7 p( J* w& M2 C0 X( nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 B) q+ h# h. q9 _7 L5 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! P' g5 b6 x% ?& oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % t3 `& D* y/ s4 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, + L" m X0 q; d3 x/ M* V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' |, I7 O8 ?# I) N5 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 T+ @; k4 M. ~6 e* u2 b6 c; `$ F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; |) R( o6 _# N0 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& \. {0 l }4 L& f1 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & d. `. i6 z: U# T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! A6 ]& i4 l) R: }: SHow you suffered for you sanity,9 V9 j: L) z" Q& W
How you tried to set them free, ! N: W Y. v0 H: \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 [) y) A6 g+ Z" a% zPerhaps they never will. |
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