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( d5 L, e& s p5 A; ~) _" MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 s6 [# E- F& Y* I/ j$ {- q/ ^4 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! x! L" D: H* x" R$ J7 @* f) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 z' x1 u( ^) C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' K0 M Y2 v: |7 u4 u3 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' p* c6 M- t H. R9 B/ pHow you suffered for you sanity, ! b# O1 ?: N: Q
How you tried to set them free,
( F' W& N; _2 c UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ p$ n& e& H5 D# h; a) B9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + H; o2 m% \$ O2 M% Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \) z& h$ U7 J# d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- d' P" h4 ^7 ^& U9 r; TWeathered 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 K1 V y7 e/ B. i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; v4 I* a( s7 b/ m2 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: a3 C/ J* S, Y2 c4 Z- q' NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 X( D8 D) M8 w. u- e) b/ d, ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 P' _0 x7 G$ s' AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 P( j% w U. C$ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! M( c8 v5 H z' d! w2 s7 f- {2 Y: G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * C! i; }" Z7 ?, M- n: `
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,
) @. \; `3 {: b2 aHow you suffered for you sanity,) e2 y6 A! @ R* w4 F
How you tried to set them free, + x5 v- E# }4 D# l2 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 u3 `4 e! P# a( A( m! |4 tPerhaps they never will. |
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