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7 X. y0 [. n5 l! T, {9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# h- t+ O# w( ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! S' O) t, B2 a( |6 }: `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: D4 b5 A' Z( C' O( TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 w ~9 P6 O. [: v. ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 b) J% M/ r: y2 @( uHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 l. X. e; e3 x) y2 o |1 Z/ p
How you tried to set them free, ; W5 m1 j% X- |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; g! {+ \- C3 C6 V, N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& A: Y5 b! X i. b' r1 f! j# VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& w" I( J; |% n. OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ c9 Z8 ]7 |" _
Weathered 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,
3 u) H) [" p/ Z5 F/ @( @' W5 J3 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r! I7 q1 a. DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Y$ i" j3 A( _6 @* YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& v+ R8 l6 `0 i% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 }: w4 ]% U3 E- t9 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
F% C" ^4 ^1 b0 _ V( zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Y t0 Y% h9 l" k
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,
6 h6 n2 s o- ?6 s# ?: qHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 E" W' _3 S4 @How you tried to set them free,
0 I- ?. a5 V- p: ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 c# x7 O1 s$ i, u
Perhaps they never will. |
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