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8 a0 f- v8 I3 ^. I1 _* M" v" Z- yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 R2 P7 r$ j( X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , C) f* S3 g# |8 ~* U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," I3 E. C% N2 \! @) I% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) O' n- a2 U$ H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ P4 C# ~. J, ~How you suffered for you sanity, 6 U& w6 \4 V0 z3 V: y
How you tried to set them free, Z8 a* O/ R4 \$ J) l4 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : p4 r2 S& [/ ^2 y3 H9 w7 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U7 |+ U# w8 F) i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ k# }. [2 P: i: P# H8 o7 W5 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . W, f& l8 s/ O9 _& r9 x. x" s
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,
& R) i' D l Q) I) J8 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & }! N; B6 }- [: }: x& x+ O& u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 p5 ?% X# [6 X, c. a' a2 G3 } dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 |" V- c% g% a9 `$ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; z7 c; \6 |* d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " S' w T+ J& F& \( ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( J7 a1 z1 M. U7 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 D# l. A+ ^& p7 ]: ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 \. G5 r) q3 Z) f0 G# a6 Y6 r; c6 L
How you suffered for you sanity,0 s/ ~" H1 P* {4 t1 }
How you tried to set them free, - X i2 k) D% n
They would not listen they're not listening still, : s) L! y; l7 C/ j" X
Perhaps they never will. |
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