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$ n G( m1 R6 q8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 g. q3 D9 B5 i6 O( ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 K1 |( d* E) e: u- a, y8 _2 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Z+ b( ?! e3 l: | a% Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . L2 @) c: H) G6 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ I$ q$ O* o. M
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ~, o5 i, K+ D7 d! T: X7 _% L% iHow you tried to set them free, ( V' P7 y: A0 o; v+ F' I/ ~8 [+ Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( A0 h! X, z3 `$ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ` {. l3 W1 A, N/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' O3 g7 D6 c$ p# kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , t- C4 t# j) g3 K7 Y6 Q+ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' V/ j1 d* s( ^0 z- b$ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% {" b. n) |) ^; y0 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, h9 L4 t1 o. v- ~( [5 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 e. t+ d% }9 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 B! b6 M7 U4 n! o3 U+ l' U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 q$ a3 k8 n0 n6 F. D8 V" WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 X8 l2 D R4 R) C' Z6 B0 k) b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 l- `8 A/ ~. N1 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R d6 e6 t7 A& o- v& E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 k3 P5 r) o* Q' F [How you suffered for you sanity,
' E" R/ }0 Z0 v1 L" aHow you tried to set them free,
' ~) r( S! w0 l) E, R, xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 M, ]: m* w1 n* w
Perhaps they never will. |
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