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2 ~; p+ r4 s9 b! E9 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , G; w% g `6 v ?1 d5 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 B+ [ R' m) n4 l) P) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: A' x- c9 c# b; a3 ^0 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# S H* I/ {) n- eNow I understand what you tried to say to me, d; M3 V/ i9 T& ], q0 x4 E" |- a7 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Y* J$ z* b- h. P! s5 eHow you tried to set them free, " D9 E% H( f: @) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 h" O2 F9 P' o8 H9 G2 y. a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % s5 S# z6 o ^5 b: b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " n. X9 _7 A# V x8 l; v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Y+ @: G- N# XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 d" n1 C- [9 S0 u. _/ Z1 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ?+ I1 C' y$ M- N4 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! _4 K2 v" u) d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / f1 R( ?, A" x; \! ~6 \, w. ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 |. t, E) i7 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * \# t( N* ]& @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 L y* Q! R. L% [) ~# @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; L" w1 c' ?- w% g6 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) g6 @9 B2 h( q. L0 _4 s0 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ ~& J+ K7 a6 ~* u4 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# U( s( m# R a& {0 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 h3 o! }: d2 N+ Y5 z* @# P$ rHow you tried to set them free,
& W9 n8 Z: Y8 R6 {. y, [/ E! M7 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 r n* H- A- ?; _5 ?7 Z5 G4 S# u6 HPerhaps they never will. |
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