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9 v1 r$ i* l7 d# t' EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 `, D4 S% |9 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - u0 c9 g8 r5 ~ O$ \4 W7 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: g [0 L7 G: A2 m3 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b" F0 t' m6 T5 e* [+ R7 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 J/ e" |, _ u: L b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; v, w' I1 Z+ K, W1 NHow you tried to set them free, * t5 I+ S( [4 `6 o: l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " G% C9 v Z7 U3 \4 }9 L5 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, B D& H7 _) ] Y8 v+ e C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
R1 o% o. J$ {/ Z( KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / @8 Z2 F+ u4 R( C3 ` l' L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M# n: j! c, X2 b0 B5 ~* z O3 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 K5 M6 f0 C8 u, d* K) |+ Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & f( @) M1 _( N1 ^0 ]- j2 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, x. T$ ]2 k# Q' N8 [But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 h, k4 n8 N: V1 u6 }, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % p3 d+ d' |: Z0 J6 u' {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' g$ v+ x6 z5 u8 a4 T u0 `, B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 M: B Q% l( C& ^4 a5 o1 S& wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' P6 r- [5 ]. m& M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / G* a! I) i" _. N9 B9 U
! m2 C0 {9 v" G6 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
d4 Z# A+ Q3 Z/ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]4 ^+ X& `6 h" Q; A% v( BHow you tried to set them free, j) ]+ {: e9 }0 n& @7 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 E; x3 p5 Z! v- n+ u! T/ X7 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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