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) u# t; V# R6 f1 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 `9 e5 B5 x3 O' T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % o4 a* A$ J% d8 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 x# a6 ^( E' t1 D/ sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& q" ?1 E! r. Q( E( hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& u$ I/ F, }! o. |6 |+ ]0 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
c5 k! q9 d" ?+ R8 a' n2 BHow you tried to set them free,
' T9 }. [) Y, g$ p) L% f6 c- D/ QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j- s" ]8 u2 w' c- V( p5 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 J. X, ~8 W/ i! h& l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " B( R; V% T! t9 V1 T5 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 L( |* ]! S) _) Z4 o3 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + n7 `5 w2 m I( R6 C# W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) d1 X3 D% E) k5 l2 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 {1 B: Z1 Z( VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% }' P8 F8 J# e' K. ^, ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 u% ?2 O% s8 {( s a. o+ Z( p7 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 V# p3 z3 z1 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 X2 v" E/ U* u* e6 g8 V3 k' F$ ^' g$ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. z3 O- @! N$ {& ^$ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ O/ A% i& V& j+ C7 N2 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ^! J, n. I+ U" R+ F
' C% x1 V% \, _' a# _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 e# S! h! G1 g$ C$ N7 m0 Y3 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 a& p+ q1 m% N P' }# F' rHow you tried to set them free,
5 w- u& K- b+ A2 p# @They would not listen they're not listening still,
% i, \( d4 ^ ]% B1 C! J/ cPerhaps they never will. |
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