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9 Z* t6 Y% J& i! g% e' U: U8 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
t" B7 c6 ]5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 i4 |5 X9 u1 i6 n/ `0 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 l5 D: m! Z( E% a$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ }3 D e9 [) e% E- [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# I) Y" M( K3 [/ P+ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
; e4 g9 m |& k- l0 H- g4 [How you tried to set them free,
; \! U- y0 A% u* D E: vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) q: c( n" A- R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 F9 m2 t0 R3 R# A) JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
a. R+ a1 y( F* @* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 n; t5 v2 m e/ y. `0 H' L% g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' e1 u9 l( k$ ?- ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 r( E* K$ i3 y4 \/ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c' L" g# L5 S" o$ y% T tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - G6 u# @* E/ F$ n# t; | R$ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Q& |$ O0 i2 M" Q0 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 t% K8 u7 x* V# D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 R( h: {! V- L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Z ^& e& w- mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / U6 V; k) @% N$ l4 L. e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # j) b3 ?- L, L! Q
2 ?& {7 Q* Q$ T! FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & _" h8 c, m m9 X- O" n; U% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,- U& h0 [: B$ ?% q& ?! X. I
How you tried to set them free, ' ~5 s0 e, I$ t- @- x1 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 f: w3 a" z5 `, pPerhaps they never will. |
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