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3 B7 n1 k5 p& R5 _ F) IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^* I' B0 D! U* x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 Q: M3 w! v. p& a( ^8 }0 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: D' Y1 }0 Y, R$ @ I' u$ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 a6 X7 a) @, n3 s. v: I" X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& W0 J% V4 v( F# W# B! R+ T) qHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 m O) w% j% g7 k6 ~
How you tried to set them free,
" V! B9 ~) l/ @, T" p& g W, SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Y- S6 A5 G8 Q5 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / a$ {% t& E: s7 ?) _5 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, `/ }- R8 w8 Q" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) Z& J* H2 {" s0 i7 ^3 C2 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 n/ \: _6 O" y* D$ F" L( j* v" K6 D# |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( k: N9 e& F2 J$ c; E4 o# X( b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, r: Z+ z0 k7 }1 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, }1 W( b& ]0 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 c6 R5 l, t5 i- ^8 ^9 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ^8 S& [. X; [1 Y5 A4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " a \5 d2 n: x1 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - V* U D1 ]# [. Z( c% |4 a8 I( M4 ~& m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& E: c9 a; d; Z$ B7 \& I( sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 u6 Z9 _8 J1 i$ P" YHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 t) Q# Y( i' ~3 V5 d0 |+ nHow you tried to set them free,
7 u8 _& Z, d" c: kThey would not listen they're not listening still, Q' d! A# j- w5 e ^/ t1 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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