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' }$ L: k D* J E1 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ?$ n8 t& N& U+ ]9 O' PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( @8 d% r4 v% [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 k8 [) B) @ K& X4 {1 e" v, E Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* x2 O5 S9 s0 T5 u& v' y- g5 I* pNow I understand what you tried to say to me, w: _+ ^* t2 U/ Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
( O! s3 L# b; \How you tried to set them free,
8 D4 J9 X. U$ A1 W( f1 G* BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 l: T3 g) M- a9 X2 y1 H$ g2 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! _( h r9 {; t; s8 ~6 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : ]) v- X" [% l3 b( w' A% L+ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# \: S4 K) F+ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# P: |0 ^4 V( J/ ?$ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : j3 L. Y* i0 |, I' v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 }: s) {( V* f* D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . t3 t$ X, Q8 ]% S% A) S& ~# T! d
But I could have told you, Vincent, & q5 k5 r/ M# k: k8 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ]1 y6 \* O. j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % L5 t5 m2 Y2 Z$ h) O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, k# ]; {' ?: I# O2 r. M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 S9 U: C- ]& v5 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * q* _- k' b# Y! a& C% Q5 ~) b3 W
How you suffered for you sanity,3 ?+ }; G! V+ T7 W! ?
How you tried to set them free,
% R0 f* k: I$ k$ H3 R! H% AThey would not listen they're not listening still, " z) b/ g5 I: k$ B( V) ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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