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- b6 u% ]1 y. @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , m- V3 s% ^: Z$ K0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 y% Y) o! e3 d/ h( `4 u% \5 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& \) U, {; p* w1 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! x9 l4 k, {& b! I# b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Z. ^+ \! x4 D$ `+ g+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity, }1 C$ W) x/ W3 E" e
How you tried to set them free, 2 b, u& y& U, Y: Q q/ o; m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : A0 L+ \" p. K# l* T0 y$ C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - N+ C7 R8 V9 A5 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. [8 [" s1 `4 o. N3 F9 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& O3 H/ T" W2 @; SWeathered 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 v% J7 P' P" B) T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, R8 t: Z/ z3 \# R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ?7 [# N" F) r( ]$ t0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' l/ A" X, [7 f# WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 h# I5 T: r: r. L& F$ t9 \7 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - q% H+ k1 p( p) @9 K2 d: }1 D" V2 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! K- f2 H% o( T' r' l" v& h, Y$ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ n# Q# R7 s5 k% ^9 y x: {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f/ N% n* W' h H: X
1 e5 U* O; ~1 G( O3 _, W+ @- Q, `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, [6 |& r- T% m+ W* j/ ]How you suffered for you sanity,6 _ ~9 D2 |( ^) r8 Z- [
How you tried to set them free, + l' F( S- W x: ^; n; F& l3 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, - c' \; L* H3 H9 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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