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( d7 F6 @" O' I) yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 m [0 [, z, y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" @4 E8 b+ T$ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U" f9 [2 a0 [$ Z/ p8 P9 D3 ~! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " n: B* x4 }6 ?& W: Z+ k* e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 s; f3 |5 e- n, o0 E" @7 AHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 J8 o D8 v, m: \# [
How you tried to set them free,
- Y7 N8 E& g# U. b+ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 W+ Y" W$ P/ i" FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D# O; ^# e+ m# o; y4 o, ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * k9 }) ^5 X" U# b6 u8 C: }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 V6 E$ j% A2 f* S" [9 m' f5 ~+ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * {3 M8 Q9 {4 X M. G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 k& v0 m6 k" Q$ H; SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 K) D& v0 e n" W1 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' X* h% G1 U& TBut I could have told you, Vincent, " a9 q3 U. ]0 f' p% B. f7 o& L) e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A$ v; M/ a8 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 V# h: v5 D' v- `. P, q, A% _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " V# P9 c# X$ Q* u, R; r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / R% v) o d9 q' _. T8 n: Z0 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! @; T O5 S& m% A4 J3 A, E" H
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y* V3 i% J- y* k B$ hHow you tried to set them free,
9 ]" a# T0 M0 Q7 y$ `They would not listen they're not listening still, ! h1 z" J4 e3 R' q; p3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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