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7 m! y& v" M& k4 _5 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 n7 r( }( d& K" @8 f, M- C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% k/ _3 z& Z0 h5 ~/ b/ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ?' i- m% k- y) sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. i: c: U K% b) j9 p! H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* G3 z/ K: d5 q/ K$ bHow you suffered for you sanity,
& Q, {+ b' @. _; e1 S; n+ D wHow you tried to set them free, + w* U) V$ E* n, N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 \2 Y9 R. x3 Y$ ?8 E6 h; q0 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N& }1 k- h) n f) L2 D* [8 \: c9 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 V7 ]* L, C6 p4 Z2 A: t- oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 `: k; `7 e6 z7 y1 b5 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 T# B; R& B4 Z! S' [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . x$ J- i) l9 m0 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" k" t/ h! C7 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ W6 I- }, \6 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
# q. x2 ^# N/ [1 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) Z" M. ?/ I' v- O7 F9 H( X4 w. KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 T/ J7 Z+ y+ @' R5 s0 i( W, o2 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 @3 |: }, p1 K5 |# p
The 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,
) V' g2 O( f9 N/ H+ {How you suffered for you sanity,9 {$ y7 \; O/ u8 _
How you tried to set them free,
( ] L* Z* w1 ?/ y [7 `; PThey would not listen they're not listening still, `4 z7 J# g8 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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