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6 P$ h# H# ?' L- h* G3 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d! N0 A1 g" T) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 p& S) X0 ]* Z: X: ^+ s& u4 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 U v6 m; }. Q. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - \: f( g2 ^* U+ }. l8 _- y) Y! D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; _ c8 z# K- L5 w* f4 s# ]How you suffered for you sanity,
& `8 d2 ]. s5 z5 M t5 f9 c J' c. xHow you tried to set them free, - R& A; w3 M& F0 n, Z" k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S9 |6 d/ o! e( Q' k# LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 a, i4 J. C. r2 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ^8 i' J0 U! P+ ^0 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - L% o4 `; H* N" Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / r; V$ |0 ? j" Z& b% e$ R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : H- c; D) `+ ]2 C7 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 U8 n5 p3 U- A0 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . v' |& I! ]7 t- V0 Q/ F% R+ L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 `1 u: s( c/ }9 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; \. N& T/ p3 \7 R8 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( [) m0 d+ L0 j! r. v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 m; v3 R0 Z3 o4 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! h; ~# e) J& T, q: aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 V8 c& g/ {9 {$ V9 `
) ?6 }/ w: a0 n" ~6 y9 X! CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 S; n4 Y' W( C+ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 p8 z; W0 V4 _/ h" MHow you tried to set them free, 0 {' N! C( T; V/ K: W" ]* k, g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
K' i4 w! B% ~. z _$ yPerhaps they never will. |
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