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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 V( k7 \0 D! {" S: K- W: BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) [' z7 P! O9 H2 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' U& `) y# x. n8 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' C3 J- B& L: a: l9 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b2 G% ^5 ^8 o/ q' Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
) c) e5 N v/ o/ w$ A* g, mHow you tried to set them free, / D9 P( g. Z9 M) I+ a, }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) D4 @0 G% H! o1 e( n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / R& Z9 G9 @2 Q& g1 W% y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & e, f8 K; m) P$ @# n% e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. t# l- a7 O0 _7 ^9 \- [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 x' Q9 D/ G U S3 _: xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 u4 W4 _. }" H5 x/ d* z& z% n5 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( j4 j1 k. S2 o; o: b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 V3 E* i4 R& U. r! R8 G/ B
But I could have told you, Vincent, * b4 m1 T( S5 {) p7 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. A: L& E4 l5 u9 X: U9 {# cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U( n* r5 b5 S' `8 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ \+ t( L$ n4 F9 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. U, H1 P$ r& O8 i3 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 v$ A& Y; K7 p4 t$ s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) x0 _0 O) w1 w E3 uHow you suffered for you sanity,6 S! I7 y+ S& A7 A
How you tried to set them free, ) S h; a1 S* I; j8 O" k! E0 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
X/ ]/ z$ d9 ?6 M/ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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