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6 `2 r' A( p. Y. k# K: wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 D( d/ U0 J: ]0 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y$ |, C1 v4 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q. }; P- h8 p: v+ Y% |" qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 L u- D( G( x* l' ]. h3 k+ k H4 \' ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. F( g Q% X3 c4 T0 B
How you suffered for you sanity, p, y9 _2 }$ R2 p# p4 c
How you tried to set them free,
$ r" D9 _, l- F# n, i* AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 E3 H& U8 v. W8 h8 \1 b- R7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ V: a4 L) R9 C4 ` GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! C! s6 L; n5 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! F: ~4 _- j+ W# T1 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Q N6 {# f9 N8 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& f4 q0 ]- t9 P% i6 o0 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 v0 K; T! m( A' B+ p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' {$ S5 X6 R8 p8 p3 U( CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ r4 {9 \4 [. a* Z2 z( kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # d' x4 B0 ~% C: c' z& y Z; k& I% s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & G' F4 W+ r( {. D) | G5 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , S3 R( p) c1 q5 _ }4 P& ]: P$ C7 o
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,
4 N2 I; V L% l' y8 N' F( lHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ D: Z3 `! J7 t( C# g6 nHow you tried to set them free,
8 q. @2 O2 g7 F* ?They would not listen they're not listening still, " R+ v) h2 r, V: \7 J% A5 g) f1 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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