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! H; \7 k6 t% i0 a1 g, JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + W+ y. _' y2 z! f7 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ]2 Y# Z* m! @' D6 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 y7 a4 f" C3 c5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " L% c3 c1 y( Y* C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 y! ?( r) I/ r Y; J( W) s( KHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 U# J1 o+ c8 u7 d' {2 uHow you tried to set them free, $ b m! M8 X! I8 y7 p% Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; h( p, n2 n1 h0 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \. K0 [) _+ d" q0 e+ g+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 L9 R! q. f$ G4 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: }3 \3 h. I/ A4 H) }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 H; s2 c: i' P5 ] [' } oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , _ O8 ^7 i' Q: D, J$ O8 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 w5 V; R8 {. S5 J" AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 k8 [: q. T ]But I could have told you, Vincent, , N! I: Y% E& z3 e: U/ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : o- @ M& F( D% r, c( k7 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- P A9 |3 ^! B4 i' W# lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ^+ T, I! Q1 ]( n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ` @% J& X8 N8 W7 \: j$ r6 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! x0 O2 }# g9 I* J3 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
; f( n2 V1 z/ O3 m6 JHow you tried to set them free,
! [' _% o2 o) t7 i( f1 k1 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 T/ I( E( d: u/ v& g* APerhaps they never will. |
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