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& E% O+ e! X$ G' E* e* XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 a Q9 D/ s6 y8 D) P1 c% O- x, M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * J5 N& o+ p- j( a- J i4 [+ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 b( r: E+ r( z* J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G1 D- C4 t& ?" Q3 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ K, }; R: ]- t# G
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 H4 n( F" K" K; v7 p5 ?# _7 a oHow you tried to set them free, 6 H& w( s6 }1 ?) ]' O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( y; C3 H5 T0 W* N' h) l5 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & }5 N2 A- z1 l4 Z. a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 T' @) D F6 r4 i) D# e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / Z$ w. W v/ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. A5 b n: d/ k8 c% J1 o2 m& z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) s2 s- L+ M8 S4 H( H6 I1 j& b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 A1 j7 f. y9 ^' F; s+ W8 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : w9 l+ l8 N5 S7 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, % q' V/ {2 ]0 G5 n/ z- L) \1 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 U! K( k$ L0 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( b% ^; i4 j3 D# M9 n$ z6 h" ?! W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( T4 o( O, ]: o; O) W3 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! m! K& U- O: P% x- @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 U9 u5 G7 u" ^) }- r9 VHow you suffered for you sanity,! K. p' l8 K( S/ b
How you tried to set them free,
/ t4 R8 b8 j' E% O. fThey would not listen they're not listening still, " `# l3 e& t" j8 g1 f" a
Perhaps they never will. |
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