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- v: r2 T6 W& w$ B2 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) B) O2 G) f/ p& J' JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 S& T0 d$ }& J1 d/ x+ S! [8 Y! d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 o: v% E8 m5 B, V GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ^/ e; x" i* w" UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 C" ^9 M4 v4 e% `3 y C
How you suffered for you sanity,
! Z9 g: B6 x# |0 sHow you tried to set them free, " [: H6 I: [% u- ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ S2 g# U+ U/ p4 x4 G mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. P/ D& ~1 o; ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ^9 i6 X' {! H7 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% \$ W# s1 l) Q: z6 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 S5 L) o! {) v; gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ f# H& G6 P/ {% e# g' {" k* wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* w7 m! f2 i, WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# G( K! }/ S5 \5 ^2 z+ zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ s" D! n) I$ ~& kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , W4 i4 P6 L' L; P# |4 i# g: C1 O! |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 b5 J, ?$ [% V: P! ]" FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 t$ F6 [) n# R/ u( H/ i- i( W3 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - z4 h, v* [, x0 t0 n) w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( w& I x) k+ g5 Q6 ?# K. f/ ` \0 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* m0 a0 x) i9 _" Y6 OHow you suffered for you sanity,9 p2 s8 ]8 _5 Z7 q/ M
How you tried to set them free, / r N I. ]: d b! j
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) q$ k6 g, x4 W3 Z3 a% M* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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