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, U& x/ e0 I4 d2 I$ H9 F6 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 [0 _3 M4 \$ r3 V, |9 b& D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Q" l" `# {5 N; N8 k, ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N9 g: d% R( }* }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 L# b, D) _, y1 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 j1 j8 n& j' U' l
How you suffered for you sanity, $ j) N5 V% `7 V5 {6 s
How you tried to set them free,
9 Y0 O0 b7 X8 H ?# {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % M* `/ Y. {2 c7 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 i% E7 w4 [* _0 m" l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " f% L3 j, b) V( \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - x; Y- w* I, s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 r; t7 U! m# y9 w# B' K$ w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 D: ~8 `8 ~0 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, n7 c, O2 A" O# t: E1 t/ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; j \1 T' _2 U, ?5 T) m {. c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 W$ v- r* [2 m. |% J6 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 B( ^' j& g+ y) Q9 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 K+ a1 \- l1 e% ?( |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " p( y1 N7 H9 s: X, F6 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~( G2 ^6 c5 A- r( cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + c9 G+ v$ v7 ]1 ]/ ^* ~# f, [. ?
& Y8 P+ g6 t, D; w% ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - }& \8 H/ q, D3 J, r, c
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ]) P+ w, F9 j4 |0 {+ \, Q2 [How you tried to set them free,
$ H% g( S6 O5 p0 L; R& o: _4 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! [0 _- _( Y0 ~: e
Perhaps they never will. |
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