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. U, i5 v) @: S- @. eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 v( I7 K# p6 E% L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% h! c& i4 n; m7 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& \( f/ v4 n$ C% f& OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , P8 Z4 D3 s0 G& H* d& b3 W* O7 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 P3 W- `1 y. J
How you suffered for you sanity,
- P! ^2 C7 Q! g5 HHow you tried to set them free, & @! _2 J1 v, W/ ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 R, {" R. Y* ?+ h0 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- } U8 N8 G1 w q! kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) [1 H- n. A6 }, e$ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " s( @2 b$ S+ Y5 w/ D
Weathered 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, , ]5 P! U0 [& J; P& `3 P& w1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 N; f$ N& \6 f! |- A+ L% J* JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' h6 A0 @) \, ^; vBut I could have told you, Vincent, c4 L7 z0 o4 P( S5 c/ p0 {. q* E( `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' H/ b! e, i/ r" Y- D" D+ ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , |* S- |- M5 Q A3 i. Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: v7 p- c4 V$ C* uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( b4 ~+ t$ Q1 |% @: M$ L
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, % p* e/ I8 q: i9 n6 M/ E- c( c' ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 K+ B& K0 Y& U8 QHow you tried to set them free,
q" H3 o8 j. Q- c# p. n+ ^/ A" a7 mThey would not listen they're not listening still, , V2 J& [9 R/ \( A
Perhaps they never will. |
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