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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 B9 N9 o1 W% G4 }/ Q7 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 s: R$ b0 }: X; N* \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y& I. Y8 Z* J8 l* k& ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' j! I9 F% o# b* n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 O2 j9 F! U( L* i6 G
How you suffered for you sanity, {+ o) x4 n8 }4 }. K, ^3 n
How you tried to set them free, + X3 S, H7 r1 V( d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 ? a- j+ F x+ |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# j7 l: K0 R9 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Q& E9 M0 d( Q6 r- E, e0 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 @. v8 m- X5 c8 c6 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( u: C8 D2 }, y' l" ~" p0 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 x9 a$ s F4 ?1 L2 s) f- e1 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ~/ Y1 i8 c- {0 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 g$ i8 V- ?6 K7 k- }But I could have told you, Vincent,
, b4 _. j7 p; L( ~$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! F. ?3 t4 Q; q* t; p( [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( n9 t: P9 @ f HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* p+ a: u" v0 W4 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 v" v, u8 y, f) Z+ ]+ X. CThe 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, % e2 K* _4 ~% q# F
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ K- Z+ `9 j/ m$ l- d, P( p/ gHow you tried to set them free, , m3 {$ f5 X0 y5 I+ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; i& V1 T3 S" n4 Y1 E! _4 n' P+ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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