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5 t# B5 a0 k8 \7 Q+ _6 H3 h8 d' zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 M5 N( T" m$ I, z; v3 T, f6 y5 Q" ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 @# H! L/ j3 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," {3 D+ B7 S9 {# \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- i5 p2 @' U5 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; G! X0 j7 J0 i. ~% W) oHow you suffered for you sanity,
, e* s. b8 \7 |- qHow you tried to set them free, v6 K6 }' H4 @2 w2 d+ m' j4 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 a2 c+ U0 M& B% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . o9 S3 w5 P( I1 \0 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 o7 y1 H# e K+ U1 Q2 Q: y, tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: k# Y- h7 s7 s5 J4 V& ~2 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f; z; c6 M2 j( J$ A1 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, k' s- P- ~5 N; q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 v1 X' _& z9 k, k! KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ]& y* T+ d0 u( t4 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 p9 p) r' P% p" v& i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) W: s# q8 w S3 ?* O* D: a
" d, p8 Y9 J7 }' X) JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 t- g4 A9 N% kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * \1 C, l6 j8 u# `. O3 \; |- n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ m; p: d6 N9 Q7 w) y& q4 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 H ^" m! ]+ M# ~' b+ [( F: uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* ]% _) ^' S& g9 JHow you suffered for you sanity,5 b/ H! ^5 M4 t# M9 y
How you tried to set them free, 1 L' W" w" V: u1 ]3 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& t4 R6 M+ }2 G9 LPerhaps they never will. |
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