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$ g& c7 A" x/ n# W& }( XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % @7 {" |0 g0 Q+ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! u, s: H! W) I9 Y1 Q/ V% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," E' j) m% x! t( @) w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * a, Z8 w. t8 ~3 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- W& t6 u, G; l, w4 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 B# {/ j! |/ X, X9 f& m# P; `! Y7 r
How you tried to set them free, 6 c3 G- Z9 O h( R/ I5 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 u" l0 m- ?- l2 O# E! R9 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & f5 |$ t& C' h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 s( d9 h+ U# ^5 D) A7 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 h1 {, a$ u) s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: h) f: T. }) Q. {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * L# I/ ?+ s$ Y! ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' L* b) b2 w2 Z; bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - N O& E0 e* k r
But I could have told you, Vincent, Y, [) H* p4 \ ^4 { f4 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * j; [5 s* b" W6 d9 G! X! I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# a; W P4 _9 C" U$ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & e6 p* e* J' G% N( z4 J, Y9 X+ Z, |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e/ T/ R0 N' w2 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ Q0 t* Z" o& u4 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + H3 i! X' B: I; Z. f
How you suffered for you sanity,* k1 z. g% \5 n, S% d9 z
How you tried to set them free,
# r9 _; _$ Y" b( ]1 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! H, d! y- {( o# v" FPerhaps they never will. |
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