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4 I& z* l0 ]$ ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 p+ h, }; V" H6 E: qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - [2 `. E: E+ n3 h( K1 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' F8 f p' z/ N5 b" M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( z% c" w I* l( |% P8 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 w0 m1 p( K5 yHow you suffered for you sanity, ! Y( C% t6 S k5 f5 }. R
How you tried to set them free,
% X. q. K2 ~) @, n; Z8 F& ]1 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* R% _& I$ ~* n3 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 r1 g9 m j7 q: ~# E' F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 `6 ~$ N* e9 W9 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 C/ G4 T [: V1 o$ h
Weathered 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, / n+ V: D- }5 d5 k" y4 H; k* [" M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ }* k, v( F* d3 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 L6 @% ^7 B% M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 J }6 f4 ]0 m$ }) g/ ~/ k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! V; G) V1 q0 {' o" RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * Z4 C% U w' r1 \/ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 L* o7 {) T% z5 [2 ]% y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 r- W% d, V' p( B7 Q( p9 ^
/ n8 c& C/ T& n2 b1 Z# FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 c- M* s* ~1 p! ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 V6 O) ?$ Z9 @6 q/ gHow you tried to set them free, & t- W: O* b; A L! d% H, _' r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
w# j" G) h" ^. E+ @* a# cPerhaps they never will. |
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