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2 S ^' S) k# YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) l2 \0 H. M; M( _9 Z% n/ G) f* d" }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 L' J( w0 Z$ i- |/ b8 N. J: q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
z) Z$ t0 a( x1 ]4 Z" n. m" TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 C6 A$ y' u1 a9 D6 U7 a& Z& S: ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; @% U) E' g& d6 a& e* \# eHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 \2 O% C1 W: @. A1 L& m
How you tried to set them free,
0 [! Z9 q5 d1 g1 w& kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 K* `0 z1 v3 q$ R8 q& {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% q2 e$ c }, H% B1 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 n2 @% o- x7 D1 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 i/ f5 C1 R4 j
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, . @" m: ]3 r: X v2 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. p, K. c2 |: e; i. k3 D; b5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 b* V, S7 y/ h; Y5 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 V2 y6 J: y/ h2 G0 r! X2 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - x. k) [6 ]2 L( k. w' f1 S0 i8 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 F B& O4 Y9 ^& W& g! Q0 b# N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ a5 o$ v l" d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 i+ Q# w& y- N( \7 o/ P' |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 N `, m6 E0 ?2 x+ W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 S" N/ u0 c( J* v3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,' K, s6 X. _& y3 f0 B. U
How you tried to set them free, # v: D9 ^1 Y0 f2 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 X1 N( [9 N2 T4 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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