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; I1 U# V, L- U& YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 d( _. C& K- Z( J3 H' z) r$ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # N6 d' {& n' V X8 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ^1 w+ [: K" E: `) JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M5 P2 b! A4 |# R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) u* Q3 B/ {6 C# X9 O; E7 g
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 N, x: T9 }0 I# ^
How you tried to set them free,
/ C( I& w' k6 n2 m5 O. \' oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ]9 _ v) E7 W! Y4 @3 [5 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 y0 b$ d3 ^" N/ Y" }" B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % R5 Y! u3 w8 w$ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: H2 R" G7 _ T' \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ p, r& R; m( s7 Q; b) KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 |3 q, u( Z/ O' Z( y$ c8 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 O0 |+ m3 P" Z0 }: U3 d' G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( m7 l' v( d+ n8 Y3 d2 X ^& W
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ E9 E. C7 q" K3 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 j. {* h( j% ^1 G) jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 g3 v7 j% u5 ^ _) I! L, E$ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 B! T; K5 j' O4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) r8 G; @' d9 ~1 ~4 r. |: wThe 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,
- E3 S- q) U8 J$ [+ ^. t0 F& ]How you suffered for you sanity,- l5 p$ X1 ]( _2 I$ w% a% m; L( R% g
How you tried to set them free, - ?1 O% n! y1 Q% U0 A; X0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 q+ i% f* @. o! r, T$ [ G$ _: ^8 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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