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9 l& Z8 T* l% L4 t7 u; ^! iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 t% ]. J3 M9 S( K/ I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 o8 i& L* o! S- F8 L* O% y' g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 f1 F9 B1 V; `, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) |8 V" H5 n6 g- fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 h4 S. u- d+ [8 M: f5 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ G( e+ m3 C% u f% V0 ^How you tried to set them free,
" I+ |* ?, Q9 a4 j# xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 a S2 n2 A' ]$ E# O& UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 T# q6 P, e' `, B$ r; ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 g d5 z; |; `0 J' y9 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 r8 L+ E& n: j& w$ X2 t' k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ U- L0 B2 B, S- n' \* ~' T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; t* k* b" ?) o" X/ j/ m, B/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 v$ Z- d4 V6 N: o s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 y, z# w8 p. ?8 U- ?3 v3 X1 K4 e ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' H l8 A. U' J% m) }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, v1 C: X0 @3 }2 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% A$ c3 e& [1 ^6 }0 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* m2 H$ y9 Y. f" l' `' W( nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ^; y! H) Z$ i$ q' ^& ?5 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . X. U& e' k% \! r$ N6 @6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
& A* G$ d# K( H- K$ h4 _2 ZHow you tried to set them free, 0 @9 @4 V7 {7 h3 I' |+ t2 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, % Z! c, Y1 A4 k- |8 s/ J3 }& r
Perhaps they never will. |
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