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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 T9 t: e+ J& d9 |/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) Q* F& I$ Z( i7 v/ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" G) Y6 {; T0 p1 K( rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a" D! M; _: s2 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
^1 H% L" r: Q* oHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 }) ^" Y8 E, V9 T: H
How you tried to set them free,
2 g4 ?3 k- i6 S! k) k5 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; u) j. r* ]$ t5 W: @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* {+ N+ U& Q1 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% }/ w) r$ D# p7 I, y; ~' XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 u. y5 Y$ G: mWeathered 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, $ f6 i$ ?% V! s* ^# _ N9 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 @6 V: Y) O4 H# w& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h; V* z G9 b% _& Y& p- }But I could have told you, Vincent, # }& I# S8 U/ V1 t. H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C- u9 B7 h8 a: t! g/ ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % P& [" G( Y+ [, p [, {* p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 o% [7 X( p# `" V9 G6 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 _( p7 {/ t) h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 t! \4 Y* { l* \: N0 c3 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & V" _; u$ n& i8 \3 F8 J; m6 }( m
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ b, ~3 M1 z2 X% F7 VHow you tried to set them free,
' G( H3 d/ \! rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. [9 k' `3 i& H/ L; a. R2 G' Y. ~Perhaps they never will. |
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