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/ h$ x3 Y) {) e% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + A/ r) s) z& {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . J" w9 U: W5 N8 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. B, k. K R# C a+ \0 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Q0 H! s% A4 Y" [* O: lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h4 J ]( h& ^9 p5 E0 _9 M( w$ ~1 ~1 s
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 }% _) _8 W' C2 z
How you tried to set them free, 1 w4 p: b" X' V. z/ l4 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 j8 `$ m: _- y; WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % j) K; f* f3 m" B4 R0 r- Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & g5 r0 U4 n: e- R# m9 R& W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% I1 @: l. n7 G' L+ |& JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - \9 u6 j& P( a
( T3 A# Y7 J8 y* ~/ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' {0 @$ W+ d+ ?4 z5 r8 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 N5 Z2 ?0 B) _8 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " T. q4 b( @2 P5 [. Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! n# j4 E r) W% b/ ~9 j+ p+ R9 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' o5 c$ ~3 C s8 K% w" ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 p- W: P3 ~$ a! y* p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. N* M( @8 c8 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 a: I, R+ `; W3 N
The 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, % l) p1 p% [- U# A4 e3 `
How you suffered for you sanity,+ S& l% h4 u5 I) Q5 ^
How you tried to set them free,
' ]( X: A4 w" X' ^) @) tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: j* R- |2 b5 C4 h( Y' A3 dPerhaps they never will. |
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