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! ]/ @) y l5 {9 B+ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% t7 b& m: h7 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! i& W6 }+ y$ b+ z; A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 O4 N4 J2 T* z# J4 y6 F5 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [. t0 j! f% [) C7 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 ?! y6 u8 s" T: A! d3 y( p! @
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 a0 y) V& b. c/ F3 U2 p
How you tried to set them free, & @" ]1 X& ?4 X4 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 h; H2 x( F4 [. V" ^# u3 B$ PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ d) |4 P+ S3 O8 H7 G- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 L' [ P: T! HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 s# ~- \5 H$ ^; |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X8 f) \$ |5 J2 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ~/ C) V; ?" V* u" z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 [+ v: E4 O; k# q1 U7 ]* YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 N6 P$ A6 Y6 Z# _/ E# z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' y0 t- ]+ I' a0 W4 H5 ~. P/ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 R- R) t( }$ |) hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # L L) ^6 S T- M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 F, J9 d& u" ]% `" G7 A& O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' H8 ^' {5 u, Y( }& YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; R) h0 V9 c1 O$ |8 R H0 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ m* k* O/ h) ]" VHow you suffered for you sanity,, c6 |) ^# m8 ]; O, J! _/ `
How you tried to set them free,
& h) C2 c) C3 c3 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, . Z9 G/ v; O; E! R
Perhaps they never will. |
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