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, P t% _2 V _& H" MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 u2 ] n) A) y) YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 n, s9 L% F6 J+ N9 \8 p1 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) }8 S% b( _2 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Q8 g( o$ _/ v% g/ ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" u, h& T) R5 X, }) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
' Q0 n1 n$ l: S" N9 q: jHow you tried to set them free,
$ e5 x5 V8 B1 Q" kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " @, h' E+ r6 O, q0 |1 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 J+ G! I8 ^# ?5 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- r9 ~/ T3 |' k# c [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , l; E, U' U5 G4 n7 O9 C7 z
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,
, [$ r. x" d- D) g( sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 y8 k5 D1 a' K8 f$ x# r& p" rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 x) q3 s6 W+ Q. `But I could have told you, Vincent, + b7 b) `" T# e% D# n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! `4 G5 o0 f5 J/ r" [9 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " t" ?+ S) g2 c3 B0 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Q- Z& T, j1 q3 s" x! K8 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: X# e" G( M* e, ^1 e3 z; M {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 \7 f" ~! y5 N8 F v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 @# c8 A& U$ _5 { k. z# rHow you suffered for you sanity,
; E' N9 N5 k2 B0 {( _How you tried to set them free,
2 r0 \$ C1 T3 s$ m$ J* B2 ~% dThey would not listen they're not listening still, , i$ e0 `; d5 ]7 X! g" n
Perhaps they never will. |
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