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8 t/ }5 U7 w" EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & m1 p, `+ a7 }) n, v8 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 V, _4 L6 l7 P& R- {. H, z. {) w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, E8 G% l# }& v; S% }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) d/ P- {1 f% b% s9 c0 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; z, l7 u b# a* Z# \$ }How you suffered for you sanity, " r; W: j: T4 d7 W! ~, M/ V
How you tried to set them free,
: S. N) f7 A+ MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; z+ ?3 h8 b/ Y) }/ `3 v2 R/ c3 @& F) Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* }6 r; D/ F8 G) cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q4 m& v+ j( n1 Q3 Z: A) sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ L5 I: p" w! u4 G( ~9 r% MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. t1 Y& l5 A$ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 B5 i$ B( e% f1 S% `9 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; A! K2 X. B7 c0 A* u4 }- X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ^+ x8 c: Z j/ ~4 h/ X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! I. z' L# z7 y) X* RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + X S6 n, B9 {& E; v I2 B. z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; s/ j; ^ W$ L* q. h- }3 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; \1 D1 {% }1 }- u. C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % E f4 k# o/ q5 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# ~. N+ D' I8 n. [$ t# G6 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
3 o1 S$ y q8 l7 d9 iHow you tried to set them free,
- G0 o- h7 d, J7 L2 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 K) G7 ^, t; L& @+ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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