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7 D" E1 u% ]. j; IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) v/ n! @# V* b6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 e' c' {: G0 T h: ]' l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, s' ^9 u" X/ ?) g+ J7 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Z) Y8 N* J' j6 c- Q" \& y W/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" y6 n/ Q0 G+ _# ]% X7 i$ ]How you suffered for you sanity,
* f+ q9 v2 f6 {- R' G. h" MHow you tried to set them free, 0 g; C) \. C- a. M. A* ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ~8 j6 b }3 O5 @- C. Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Q6 U! b D# ]8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - X% C" Y4 T0 E# E2 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _+ e6 N/ ^: N: x7 V9 q
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,
1 t! {5 ^1 U# K/ O1 j, z; XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W% W+ T5 H L9 _) `* { \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 s: d; T% y2 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 q8 x5 `1 k5 B2 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 L5 x/ n6 Q% a; x7 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! [" z) I# T5 h% Z U) u. TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( n& X! o: I8 L, `' hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 X& Q8 S8 R& W- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 c' s/ O$ O# a4 d
How you suffered for you sanity,2 Z6 Q# u# E" M. G5 e' f
How you tried to set them free,
% e6 _' S' F1 D9 S0 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 `( r$ O; {" Q3 g" XPerhaps they never will. |
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