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6 G$ _ j& b6 u8 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ g% R4 r' N5 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : e' K- X* _) x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( T+ D# L. n* I( Y7 a2 w8 C4 p% |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ |+ C% y8 |$ j. D: Z% O! x9 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! F" X# k5 m! i
How you suffered for you sanity,
" @- E' @" e- p! yHow you tried to set them free, ! I3 j3 Z: R6 ?# v$ Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 k0 _" r; g! }& d y0 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ b" a6 w' F# U2 |% j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, A2 `5 v9 }. P0 a3 G" UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 k. c7 e9 `4 T8 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 |# c5 R' f" N$ h1 K* x2 Y$ ^( |/ B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# x5 `8 D) B& LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) X& x' ^9 L9 D$ x+ \+ h+ N% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 V+ Y1 f6 w% J# M2 \: PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 q M8 ]# x4 w6 T4 v5 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 l6 J5 M' [0 G, f p! nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 G8 s3 f+ o3 t6 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# M, Z1 G' _3 { L' q$ R) e8 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 L2 b" E8 {; G' y# `' D
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, 3 \) r9 u# b3 _& n I) K
How you suffered for you sanity,: f/ y* H: U& s/ O V
How you tried to set them free,
, K6 m5 q. e* B+ }They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 F: d4 \4 m* t& J
Perhaps they never will. |
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