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/ l# ?1 d! D' N* k" m! mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 g$ B: |- q' S) i2 G0 r( ]& jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% A% b1 k% A2 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 y7 Q" T+ a' k8 `& n7 @7 J m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 J" T7 z9 s( Y+ b1 E9 o/ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 q1 p, e% J$ A8 i. e L. }0 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 b4 y$ i6 R @+ u; hHow you tried to set them free,
+ r1 K/ G6 k3 y0 p: JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' j9 j) L6 Z7 c7 Q# W. L: H7 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, v* O% W+ ?( L% _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 K9 b/ T2 @/ x$ W6 K9 ^9 x0 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ \) v, C+ K- _" W# o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 H/ M0 P8 J7 ]% u* `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ^! w# U+ |. C2 _, [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 N* s. I' {% P, t1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # B9 r; T( W) z8 p' ?# `# L/ u% u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# l k2 @5 j H+ T/ qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + P: C! x" o5 {+ g k+ Y, D
) D7 G' X! x% }" c- l0 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& r3 n! {0 K/ a# bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A) N1 G `( V7 e/ X3 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 x: i4 B. L: r6 W t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 D; E( {1 Z2 r0 P" n* vHow you suffered for you sanity,. }% E$ ~8 j# n' O5 H' \
How you tried to set them free, $ @. f, M( x' ]! U7 p$ ]2 J5 X, n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' M$ x7 n' T9 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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