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4 h2 `$ W/ Q0 V/ G3 n! bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Q! o- e* r0 i/ KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 P2 F! I* n2 |. Z( s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& J6 F3 J6 T* N& l) x* p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 g9 _- `( i4 c L) O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, @9 i1 B* n5 k7 \) x5 a; y
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 x1 x* i, e3 S! D! ^
How you tried to set them free, 3 Y( V/ i' H5 [3 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 _7 d) ]4 S* T# o$ z W: C7 q+ F7 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) M% i. n; a' g/ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' q) A# U" x, y S% X5 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" t2 o" d1 x5 X9 a: u: b" V/ pWeathered 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, q/ @; G1 {$ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 T2 z; H) Q- N* X! I% U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ]4 c1 n; B5 X3 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 L7 y, f9 B. ~/ Y9 e' T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. z/ z& O+ V b* G s |2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + p% {' s9 i* Q% V% f- W! }: v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [( O: c" i' ^! I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 B# ^6 _! @7 i+ j2 t+ ^: s u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Q1 ^' ]* U6 t3 G0 X/ W8 D
, @: p# k- v. i! tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% h6 [9 t/ f8 J) X' SHow you suffered for you sanity,/ Y) P+ ~$ h0 I9 L( P% E
How you tried to set them free,
5 F- n4 [7 B* P: {They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 F1 }% e" j8 r8 n7 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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