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6 C& l; @2 Z L& Z/ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, I8 K; f q2 q/ y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & F. p4 V8 f. F% n, ~: ?- t9 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Z a) e5 Q! f. W+ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! o- v# x4 N7 c" D$ O: g' E. yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! ~/ C5 X4 P3 |2 W
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 m) }( e4 h. w( w2 ]3 c9 k
How you tried to set them free, . j/ ]3 B+ I! }) o5 x( w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: J) N. n; J* J6 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 h: P" n Y$ ^1 N3 u) DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : t' G* d3 P) a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q! T7 g8 f+ g/ }) q% C
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,
# ~6 \. h3 B" P) K1 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 V! M7 E. w0 q1 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
f- m. B' d! T3 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 I6 C2 M3 i+ O0 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ _' b2 y. \7 j8 B0 r1 R4 V! [% S2 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k' U) z5 f; U) F7 w( l; O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Y K! e1 R/ D) N# q" @; a! TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 f2 X% @+ V0 r3 ~6 S- b6 P" k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 o- s- ~0 ~$ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, m5 A, a4 A( bHow you suffered for you sanity,, r6 I1 R- ?" S* I
How you tried to set them free, 7 [! c' b \/ N. [! ?3 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# n! a: j# Y, KPerhaps they never will. |
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