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8 O* N$ p# N" T: ?+ }6 |7 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " {9 V" _8 G# V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / n! C* `" F4 {% p+ m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 t- L G8 {' J" |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " w# X' y: B$ S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' x- f5 s8 }+ \How you suffered for you sanity, - g" D4 w3 }) U6 y2 a. V! W
How you tried to set them free, : X K+ F' t" ]9 T4 m6 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' k" L* G/ K( k# q' {0 G1 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + @; j4 s# ^% l7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " |; I6 X$ u* K. g& v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 j: V- \4 t. t
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, ; R' @/ J4 a/ g [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 S" s! Y, u2 k& q3 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) N/ c2 o. [- F/ H+ o7 @7 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 h8 J$ ~- ~6 s4 l& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ^$ }# `/ }2 a/ n1 e& {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ `% `! B( z# ?* b/ G9 s/ g+ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; G, Y' J) {0 E' _0 z3 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & E2 G7 ~* D. r6 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! G* ~1 t5 H5 N! k; K. e
How you suffered for you sanity,0 B. O( a6 |* S2 t9 J, L
How you tried to set them free, % O+ Q8 s. N t, P* |9 \0 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 p- K) G' W, i5 H& T; o, d
Perhaps they never will. |
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