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% f4 j8 U* l& d4 t% Q$ [% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : V1 }4 W% R6 {6 r6 K6 N a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' K1 q2 E4 Q& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 z, a- b, J5 l, W* r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + V+ ?; B3 x! [0 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 t# J4 H( u" |- r2 M
How you suffered for you sanity, & L- R) s& f; B
How you tried to set them free,
5 t8 O# G! U. L1 P5 J4 `. lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ H- T9 e# b" A1 ^8 J3 m. sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : W! n, x3 m) }3 m: N6 t: ~! L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. I* c" ~; P. T& L' x2 a5 W8 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : D& K& e; D# O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; d1 h; J8 n0 J% _' G' W6 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 E# Y4 N' N$ [- G3 ~) HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- M }1 K1 w$ q6 O# DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # i: o5 A& \; J' X E6 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S1 S4 Y4 O4 ^) n# |6 k& F% xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , _1 ]1 Q3 t4 k3 ?. I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , f/ U6 \( H+ P: U0 l6 F0 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 {/ |; a0 w3 G2 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( i8 C: a6 M/ H- x' Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ^, X! t- j4 b0 ^6 [1 `1 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ?) p1 a$ w5 }How you suffered for you sanity,9 A7 m5 c% R# q7 S
How you tried to set them free, * W& D" u- M5 n+ P, Z' T% D
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ D" w8 ~! l8 B. S |7 v( a
Perhaps they never will. |
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