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. S" A# W: W5 J* G1 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Z0 `8 _+ q) \; s9 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L8 r# q( e, s3 {( c7 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" l+ T% ? ?' y$ K. R LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % [1 I8 M+ l) x5 s. A/ z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* I6 y( e7 F8 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r/ Z% f3 K6 `" XHow you tried to set them free, 7 J* r5 J& U: ~; D% I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* V6 ?6 U8 z2 L% a6 m' M" f2 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ @9 g5 `8 [: q2 C0 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 t6 M! Q1 M; a' k* e, y& a8 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ M- l% L- s6 z2 I$ Q% JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! w! }% u# v( \* {" ?7 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' J7 {3 z+ d9 {- M. s- ]" @/ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~% M$ P. S; \+ U6 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# P3 A' g- [1 P. H' E+ VBut I could have told you, Vincent, s' G' N, x$ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' V3 j3 f! u) q; I* p* N, `) i* ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & |9 f- o1 l" d# B4 V. }, A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ O7 x: A" j+ J6 v. C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 N! u! z- x% ]4 [# R/ q8 z1 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 r! w! X d6 F! ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 J# v w* v: F. E3 b$ t/ ^How you tried to set them free,
6 X" S: G) E G4 i) {They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Q& S* j7 K7 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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