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3 f a1 U' u/ o" S8 _6 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; E0 q0 F. x+ u1 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 g, Z- N) a, X. g$ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, q7 u" W# h2 q- ^3 {2 A, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) w) s j' N; \) _2 L6 B3 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( p4 B' f- z% V8 zHow you suffered for you sanity, + Q, f$ o f5 x# z/ d* d: P
How you tried to set them free,
5 ~ I- g% m! b0 C5 d( c2 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # E+ q9 \/ ~' h& ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 U/ B7 b" U. R5 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ X: H8 H7 p" l! u$ k6 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , }) M% c7 T6 w+ X: U5 ~. r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 o: G; m' U: C0 u4 i
3 O' ~8 S. Z3 O1 Y6 x3 o5 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, y" O( [1 H( _% L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ?" l+ e5 B& h$ B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 q' g9 z+ `* V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. |$ t* H5 v) r f! S! YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 h! G4 Q* z: J8 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. R, }9 M+ R9 a! ]6 G' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w# a' T: u8 _. Q' B( V$ 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,
( w8 O- W0 q3 E3 Z( [! o/ E+ L5 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 e1 ^+ p, N* _6 ]4 j5 EHow you tried to set them free,
/ K2 U; W+ f1 c E1 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 s1 O+ j6 z9 E( p( O1 e5 \6 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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