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8 }" q9 Q {$ G% V1 x4 y$ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 f' E9 t- i0 b( D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 z2 ]$ {& I% _/ a0 p1 ~; _, N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. C" G( ?: d1 J) ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 B, N& x' g' F e s3 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me," S: `/ Y) x4 g
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 `% }$ A# P* p/ |
How you tried to set them free, K I+ R7 s" Q& {0 Q( v9 |+ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + X8 T7 Z4 _! _2 P+ s* j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o' L/ x6 A4 e0 }6 {8 k. t0 C2 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ d9 S+ j9 V# V, K" X& l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ?, k7 V3 y* D n1 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & V1 N$ Z5 U6 H8 w! D2 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ]+ _; c2 f3 d* n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _% ^7 z$ u$ k4 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( M9 _* f4 z7 P* @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 E' g4 F' W, _; t! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, O) G j- j: r8 ^6 I% D6 O0 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; ^# N) `' R3 k! x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 D' L3 n- `' {, w2 d& d, ~
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,
5 r/ ]' m5 R! Z- GHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 z: J( b9 ~, G" O/ R- K# I) vHow you tried to set them free,
; g+ d" y. D, o9 z" aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 \$ A" J! U/ YPerhaps they never will. |
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