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% o. `+ M- U" [' vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + Z8 Z- Q8 d) C0 r7 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / [% \% X" b' W @, i# l- b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# u) W+ z: Y9 y/ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 N- A' u( E9 {$ C! tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 @) h: a% V4 g; { L) d
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 a3 g3 n; M7 M! }8 b! t. j0 C
How you tried to set them free, 8 }3 t0 Z- h, _" f& m s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' s1 U' y* y q) Q' q, q7 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . j' z5 X. u' B" l! J% G# c2 I* C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B8 {/ ~, s4 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & N2 P% o& {9 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / \# }7 {$ A) ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) V6 v! w+ ]1 X, ?# d B3 N! c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 i9 {, e! S1 g* t) VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 s# ^. J* I! O3 s [' D' e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; |" A2 ?7 c/ B& A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 Q8 c( A3 k/ k4 d8 ^& f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ^% e4 t+ B. E4 |4 Z- S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % s ]( s& h# `8 M# z& \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* w& V! W: w6 o( _, | O4 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ]1 j: g; E3 I' n- N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* K2 N+ A# \) g" SHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 n, B& J x9 y! VHow you tried to set them free, 6 m1 t4 G6 x5 `. c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' W, Z" c! q+ i* \Perhaps they never will. |
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