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4 J! R- w. z8 V$ V0 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: H5 [& }2 V4 Z& C7 _+ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * b/ P: L5 f& r) Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ z7 y$ A" b: d0 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * S2 @* E% @/ F% L2 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 I8 Z6 p7 O8 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ T8 }8 a% R: i6 T# ]3 _How you tried to set them free,
* d* o+ P3 }) J, D vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ^( c5 O8 d2 p8 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Q5 e: y8 d9 R- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% n0 V6 v! d" E" T1 F' P" y; r% Z YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) l, G- P$ E6 F. R# T3 Y1 Z$ }2 hWeathered 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, J9 `, N/ H; J# o0 J) [7 p: E- K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: h- |; D* l7 I1 O" }( ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) g3 |# U' ~& k% M. Y/ j& K
But I could have told you, Vincent, , h* ]) ^. p9 T7 a2 x. H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Z; s- w* j9 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ B( S- E3 B; t( ~5 h* Q/ L; hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 W+ j$ U% h9 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% z! n, Z6 H }: g) p4 o& [* FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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C+ _& T' v. gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / V9 r! W5 P# B* W! u
How you suffered for you sanity,- b* F( b/ @( w5 b
How you tried to set them free, " J2 ]4 h3 S$ B% e' P1 ?, J
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 F8 L4 {# F* w" D$ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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