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; P5 w( c, K9 M! LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 U5 L2 |- u- u, e# p @) H4 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . J) q; S# P! r3 S/ w% n7 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ s. c. R. `% p+ z d: y4 A+ Z: b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 E1 T2 ?5 L% o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 h D4 v' \; n- W8 y- XHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 f6 M( u, O' O% o
How you tried to set them free, % E3 V- P3 S- q6 ]9 l+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- r8 V# E6 m& X. J# h& s& ^- uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Y. ~. Y* i9 x0 S% ^1 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) v& T9 @/ `5 C G1 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , f4 T4 M' e6 O1 [; f9 @9 b! b7 ]! F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, ~9 j# p* m- v( QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 W( K' h% P; G+ t' l2 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ \; y k, A% @/ ?/ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
`! F1 S. {" s% A: d+ QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( _, H" ?5 g+ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & z( R: k: t8 a. ^$ {& T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- y& `+ ]* Q* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + i5 y$ X( g& U" M0 ~
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, 7 q3 M, A( M# `
How you suffered for you sanity,# _0 J8 K" C* C
How you tried to set them free, 8 R# v, M! N- r6 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ~6 w9 b( O" ?Perhaps they never will. |
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