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5 b# a* S( D6 K7 \- z1 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ?. y, S F1 \5 h9 }1 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K% A" o0 ?. H, V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! r' q& }/ h+ o# X2 m- W- N& u/ g: |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 v( U$ c$ {6 g2 w9 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- W5 k* [* r2 D8 ^- l* J
How you suffered for you sanity, ! M# `. K# L5 y! d4 }
How you tried to set them free, ' X1 c8 |/ j# R1 \. S/ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - u3 h8 C: g' m* w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & w% _0 D7 l8 M/ i4 n5 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! s- b/ d& D# I0 \& @6 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) J+ ?# p( A" i YWeathered 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,
8 O9 o: C' C% J" Y& q- m" |# T G UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. r) G; p! ?2 ]0 ~: r- G! y/ D2 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! p" q6 _' T: Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ l( D `6 c' f1 A5 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 M( ~( ^9 [% c8 z% R' U5 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. r; b1 U5 v, I t$ q9 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : P* N) x, ?/ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 C5 M% t% T3 x1 k _$ n7 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ]1 R( C0 B# G6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y- F- Y" w2 l, N7 DHow you tried to set them free, % B9 W, Q7 M( p2 \8 O1 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" v8 }; i0 \/ b: ^Perhaps they never will. |
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