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\3 T4 j9 W6 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( ]' t! }- r+ w& Z0 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. i' Y( j, O( P2 k9 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 N( c: q! j: o3 q1 a" O, T( zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 }+ c3 h* l3 Q1 @% Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 T+ k& d$ h8 x' r, U) w2 T4 l
How you suffered for you sanity, b1 x( T0 u( {4 y: N
How you tried to set them free, : [/ W( b* L6 Y8 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ E- E3 O9 W; J! s m7 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / _1 j, F7 S+ n P% |: R# @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 B( p+ \7 N$ ]0 Q+ Z* DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " _; v1 j& a/ X5 w" o- A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 U3 o. f% y4 h! ^5 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # v. a6 m" S' ]# }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ^% i2 ?( _$ c' U5 S6 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ S+ k0 ]& y% J1 E6 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, & {! }% U9 r0 W2 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 H1 `1 D7 d: k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 m" x9 d- s, d7 d; Y5 P0 @& Y: ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 K9 ~% D' N' ]1 l0 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 C% q3 |: k, k( ]. j3 ?
* S2 m; V2 f& J+ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 D5 N j* I8 R, C1 I3 t
How you suffered for you sanity,$ p1 v2 t& P) ? \
How you tried to set them free, 3 o( ?+ ~* [1 W. S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' Z" B2 F& F, j- @" F' D
Perhaps they never will. |
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