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) |( Z" D3 k- l2 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; o3 d9 z) T; q5 f/ k- A# l+ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 T1 Y4 }; N% b: G/ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; _! {8 I# Z% qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / L3 F9 v) q2 p9 c `1 \( }& C" u3 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 E0 d7 H& F' @( j( p
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 o$ Q5 h+ H: GHow you tried to set them free,
" M& Q. t! i% s5 T8 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - ?) h* u* j. w! O' V% c+ d2 K) ]* F: A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 r. u. d3 T$ M: l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) u2 L2 l% n9 \/ ?8 k5 M0 n! |. BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) n1 h/ m- r2 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 i6 |5 D+ ^% G8 j K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # L8 \- B7 R; [0 t0 `9 v4 c6 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B! ~1 K8 s4 _5 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y/ A, o9 @. E: t. w0 }/ o0 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. M2 w m4 T# Q* r# JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, n0 N- |1 H# c0 k! A2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 F% k+ s/ U, l; _% V, e- M: s, e6 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: M( \& @, E6 C) LThe 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, # H! ?* K! H4 T% h' \% U1 {
How you suffered for you sanity,. k# }: M3 [+ i7 e* [- |9 ?
How you tried to set them free, # Y. v) K& H" f* k, `) b$ F& p# S
They would not listen they're not listening still, % h' N" g) z1 Y4 a6 v+ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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