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. v! L+ w7 u/ S! l& @% j$ U* pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' w c$ @1 l* T( Y3 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 R) s$ t( U4 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, e* \# l2 ~, `4 }/ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c4 ^: }' Y2 o) W2 h, s6 B h0 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 _4 Y( n. ?" @; n+ J0 x7 }
How you suffered for you sanity, , V+ z; N" B" o3 ~- A* b0 ?
How you tried to set them free,
! E- @3 {+ x* i" @$ [/ M" |1 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 X( r) [4 v( X2 W, j, M6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) F# M' b" ^) Y$ n4 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 W7 W" u7 i7 s) K" nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, }1 e* T- B! \8 K9 n. k; y% K" E! g& w8 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. M3 j9 v1 Z$ d' D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 G' R+ G" U/ V6 |8 U* d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! K" [% [! [% L7 `; a/ m- F: c' AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , a$ Y; E$ T, \0 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 _1 N/ h7 U# }% I4 t: k! JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " L7 E7 _3 i% y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. o/ `1 h% S4 ]% d$ e6 B* ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ?( h4 V* v8 j [- m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) k) F" t; H1 B* Y/ K# V9 d; D) k
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,
2 G3 v9 n: y( MHow you suffered for you sanity,
) |! f4 a0 i2 _9 Q1 r8 _- LHow you tried to set them free,
" X* u4 l1 z, S% ?6 v& L( U$ U6 {% ~They would not listen they're not listening still, # q& o6 _# x5 [% ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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