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) }1 U# C; o6 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# R" K1 C7 ?& L- q! QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ I1 n1 C1 I8 l5 R8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! t" x0 u% v: o$ a, F1 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 b' h" n; Z: B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ g+ [+ {, T# |! @# IHow you suffered for you sanity, ?' n8 G$ {8 {3 x
How you tried to set them free, % z# ~' N3 l; j$ b/ H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , R) x) g d! o: b$ f, I9 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : o: Y& `7 ^' r3 i8 P) B) s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& T. _4 V2 D% Z4 I& I! ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 _' S# }8 b) e, Y$ e. t: z& |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - n7 d) Q- J4 N- e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?& } E% p. h# x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 @% R$ k9 b( N4 I3 N. \* s: KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 X& o' S% r6 I# R/ E, Y. G5 _% m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 j* e( N: h$ yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ u% ~$ _6 u5 Z: G. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; G" g- d: O# C# X5 x# \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; {, h' i- y+ o9 r/ V; }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ^7 ~+ _$ b; [3 E; f1 @* iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 g: ?9 F( b8 g/ h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P4 U" p7 C9 ?( |$ T! a1 H1 C/ o4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,/ h" K% b2 m! H3 D5 ~7 v# v/ k
How you tried to set them free, + Q" ^. X* q; S6 Y# C; T8 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% m: c/ L& l% `5 c$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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