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1 o2 D; t, M1 K- z0 M: oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # r. w: E' v" q6 L8 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' h$ T9 N' e: u g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ~# s! @9 Q/ G3 w" cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ^2 X+ V, |# R: F; A: o9 |. i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 [% J% u& ?) o4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
& @3 W' u) N$ c4 c- @How you tried to set them free,
. K! F# O) s( l) a1 W6 m! `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
v4 q! D. T5 x. |4 j9 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 J: O: _( ~+ S( ^1 i# T. ~; }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 r/ w& _1 }& ^/ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% W) l% J0 z3 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& t5 C8 z ]+ y. x4 B& p2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& z# @# E0 p/ s0 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - N# v' S+ t9 e2 K* I6 g+ X1 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ~% A, k, G7 \) \But I could have told you, Vincent,
( t2 V/ E! R2 H* F9 v& q/ y) RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 j: Z# M( I/ _2 ^6 G% D1 r3 c% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Y2 S' |: t* ]7 h3 Z% {4 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ^) t$ F4 O; C. `3 bThe 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, 5 j9 F7 F( w8 `6 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
# b x9 k# Z9 J, tHow you tried to set them free,
8 N) C5 t j; p l, S" J# L* GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* G8 h7 c# t0 a% m% h, s7 o6 m$ ZPerhaps they never will. |
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