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* p3 x/ Z# A5 g. fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( } z! L+ Z) K6 D' M |/ PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + t B& d, N" g) @ s8 P! g0 j7 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% J9 E2 v: ?& U- A1 h/ L4 w" [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 l/ z! B; K% _! `* ? B* x7 d. ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 N C5 R: q* p- V: N* `
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H! }$ F) p `. m8 THow you tried to set them free, 7 \) Z- G+ }6 |; ~8 M% k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 I6 R3 p) q- A" B- u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * M, C) O8 G7 l- {1 L$ K4 ^5 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w" H7 P7 F) _7 X, u: }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 Z2 X1 s; }8 S9 a: Q' jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; @8 s3 l' k, `% d: T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 @. n# Z d' V5 G: i* SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / t) t5 N: H& X6 O. r. P& N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : Q$ D) x5 I; _- [! `. I6 }, G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, y7 m: L3 N* |8 Y: t" ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' e* F- [' K% ~$ h r" x: `8 n. h7 V2 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " t! Y' H! C' V/ Z3 f$ E7 ^; d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) {0 u2 F$ I# v j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + {0 o: @9 U" x. B+ E' U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 v, Q$ `8 o( ?2 ]2 |6 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 `: T' M$ e; p- N# i: D- b' d) l" q
How you suffered for you sanity,5 V* a8 J6 l* w: C
How you tried to set them free, 4 G, g6 r8 b, e c" i# k4 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ v+ L: y$ T: n% l- Y; p( jPerhaps they never will. |
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