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* u# N5 `3 [9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' P% W* z Z/ [6 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ X8 w8 S2 L$ |! `2 W2 ~2 g3 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 a" C* ^0 f" n0 t- l4 M- eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: r# K* a) C; K! aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 n" z4 z; Z& r- Z9 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
' l! y: ^( \* ~/ VHow you tried to set them free, : x9 D6 }5 y; C: P1 @9 l6 i+ q( w6 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! l! z1 G# j* Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& F' U h" m: J! Y% ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 o) g9 l1 M ?/ u+ l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 d, M4 Z# C* U+ B" X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ C2 n! n" B( @4 z7 y- nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Y4 `- d# [# l6 }% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! b! O+ T8 a# A. U5 f9 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 y" N) {6 o3 ~" i, g# o: q* b, mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" U, Y3 {0 T1 A# N8 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) n# U7 |8 E- o% iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Q* c2 y u' I2 j- `, \. G f3 n( ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 j, a, ~; R* X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' k4 a$ ^0 S: }! m6 J" I+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 R2 B: D2 V4 v# s. O: ?How you suffered for you sanity,
; x& N X! B5 ~8 e# GHow you tried to set them free, 2 n5 @8 V! u3 @9 o3 v
They would not listen they're not listening still, & k2 L u- s0 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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