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6 t4 I) [9 D* qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ V0 K* Y4 A6 i8 G+ {- j# ~# LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * d& ^, w# m7 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ^ D0 S$ m. k% d* @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Q }* {' x9 W8 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 \, i$ F9 s7 f0 V# n; JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Y) s5 s/ ?+ K( H7 yHow you tried to set them free, : e& z5 I4 p& x' f D2 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ~+ o4 W- t9 Z$ B* K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' L9 t# ]5 T5 |& X; K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 \: y Q) ] k. E8 @8 L. w; QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ @0 x4 D# s* b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! Y; }" E, g& h8 Y% O( e FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # [# J$ {( A T% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ]0 K! a' g, R8 o+ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( x) S; d8 _/ Q3 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, : E$ U& S) |( ]0 k, F, M$ r5 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; r: c- i% M4 _; B9 p( d3 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 M7 y( O& g0 t- l- e* B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. M* S. `5 ^& { v. ?! ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ^8 n9 T% R) G$ dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! N/ C$ I5 T$ ^% m7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' L! }6 ~ t8 g$ e' Y1 \. f
How you suffered for you sanity,
" t* ^! c/ d: z) \How you tried to set them free, - C# d- e3 D( K9 b5 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! R4 @9 k7 M! S9 L9 J" zPerhaps they never will. |
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