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7 u; Z, U- d4 N$ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 N, y @8 O& ^4 E( }) o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m+ C% O0 S9 x5 }* s% u/ B$ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 Z+ M, f6 v r" O' o- cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , K! f7 A, C/ a6 D) O; T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- y7 U% y+ p' y8 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 A0 v# l i: u; L$ y' ~; C
How you tried to set them free,
p. A: t; C; O- d' |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 z* Y) P) i+ x" @# @% S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 a# T) |: Y# A C% N, Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 N# M4 W, _. Y( j# [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + `- D: M" V% `5 p* A1 f& h. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + [& p% s9 m. F7 ?* p( G' h# R7 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& O. Z* L( B) o2 o$ I- {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ?! i2 w/ c: k& L+ m& ~$ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / L2 O0 Y/ U$ W
But I could have told you, Vincent, - y/ N' x- x1 i3 B7 h5 f* Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ V+ y, O, @) H# T6 V0 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 {5 ]! J0 b/ j' b2 X- T; l* m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 y. X3 B3 E. J+ }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 c0 ~( e+ x: t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- B: e: t6 t5 qHow you suffered for you sanity,' m# I- L H! _
How you tried to set them free,
' J: B% N1 ?8 F eThey would not listen they're not listening still, + Y2 n `0 o0 z: w' `: L
Perhaps they never will. |
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