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0 \3 E* A. z7 T- MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L! F9 n2 z/ |/ k Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- R, u" n) w7 B2 Z0 B9 e, OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 @: |3 i& G2 W# _4 O* hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( V6 {! C. d7 ~. t& |' |: C; J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( s' }6 }8 @6 H- w
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 Q+ S, o+ _- ]
How you tried to set them free, 5 ~. a9 d! K- Z* l3 v; {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Y3 _9 t1 N9 s, ?6 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ R0 C1 r4 U! \' ?$ c% R+ g) ^2 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ I% W8 z9 \% i% BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: v7 o6 J. q$ z3 ^" S2 k) ~* k6 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ P; t& i2 @9 o7 I0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " U- J9 }9 r' B( b w9 {( ]8 |! F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. m( H& y9 @0 N" \6 H/ lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 S4 m1 I; O( {8 b% _0 _+ FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 Z; ^: M( h+ o5 d7 z K1 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # J/ V0 A3 H u+ H+ M1 A/ {. Q$ F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ T; d' u! T& W" J( ?4 v }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g5 W& ` q5 U9 B5 u! @% m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # C9 Q* c- p ~( ~, Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * x3 m% \! y6 e1 N/ h( d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 F& I$ ] d2 P4 V V3 a& ?How you suffered for you sanity,
: t1 ^, ~+ h" t! d4 Z7 x1 fHow you tried to set them free, ) n, y- T! }' g4 Z& p0 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# @/ ~! @+ Y* b. YPerhaps they never will. |
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