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/ u9 { v$ r. k, \7 W2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 u$ i/ X0 p; M8 J% D3 q. f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , }1 F5 E6 Q& t; w% A. }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 p1 E, W# k1 U# T* \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 j+ D# R' I" m( b. U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 i7 R2 }) ?" z$ u+ i
How you suffered for you sanity, Q% W& x% y2 a
How you tried to set them free, . {6 r' s- s+ T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w: y$ y, g$ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 `* j0 X4 J; R6 z0 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 c/ b( U! R* h @; NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 s3 A' J2 e j0 t& @3 H% zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ]+ n2 ?+ O4 B! W* a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?" c3 F3 O" q3 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% @) D# Z. D* r9 l" LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 }) s) H/ |3 E% r, v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- Q: f b K+ I! m% x: n6 Z& PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( W9 R. F% i M" uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : A3 X2 V5 O4 j9 F- x; o O% f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( m' p8 X* p) D" ]3 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * `4 X7 S2 B9 v4 y: r S. S
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, # m! p- b, @8 m/ w' ~
How you suffered for you sanity,/ h* v; ^8 x; @
How you tried to set them free,
- p1 L l9 E/ w2 i' VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- f3 l9 R3 [* y+ w/ uPerhaps they never will. |
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