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' {' V M$ a5 U* }! \0 c2 n/ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 U( _ o( M- ^% N- o9 r8 u8 ?0 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 K/ A8 d2 G4 [, z0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ?5 @ o! L% O& FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & P, x. T. S/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% y; ?9 a/ v$ e: K$ E& ?# OHow you suffered for you sanity,
& g P( U7 |$ f' e" i# S& R/ RHow you tried to set them free, ! ^3 A3 P2 I% J+ v) u: h# b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # r- Z/ G) F: @ G& P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # U" L. }0 Y' @3 _3 Q, [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, u9 \$ ~+ k; Z2 D) rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ~9 X7 M/ j P4 V& J, L( ?4 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * G1 o$ H9 t. T a/ m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : u! P( ~3 X+ [& ^ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ q/ K$ f& f- gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h9 B2 t7 N0 k m d; M1 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, * e5 g- S5 H; d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 P7 E, ]" D/ V: T {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& n$ U9 u, l; \% d+ N4 A( K7 K# sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* G, F2 t# Y/ a+ {4 u+ v7 l( W" xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & `% i2 [0 C, x3 p( A, u! T0 I5 I5 f
7 E& U' y8 G$ J6 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / L+ s" U! T+ l/ K# \+ p
How you suffered for you sanity,; p6 q3 K/ L6 r( T0 m
How you tried to set them free, 0 L, {; u; L8 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, " U* z4 c+ h. q( m" O4 x* ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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