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* I, F8 X3 \- t* xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( N* _2 o7 |. C! w4 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, E* M' }0 e P9 h2 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ?5 k6 O, W OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 d5 ^' b7 r3 i$ zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! P; z% Z0 o1 {$ i
How you suffered for you sanity, & |' {1 f$ d7 o. n* W# B+ ?
How you tried to set them free,
- K$ s A& k4 J1 \7 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _/ F& u/ I+ F* X3 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , d; R8 c* ~8 A3 i6 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . x! W# X& t q6 E$ t. [) [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ~- H5 R' O1 O! d. j' j. h0 P
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,
F& \3 R$ [, S' @# U; M: \6 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - H2 `# V7 V2 k4 r* l0 F* b( |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 d# Y" d' Z# W1 r5 S8 Z; vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 t) p/ l! B8 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! K8 a- |1 x% G7 e) u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) H0 s% K3 x0 b+ q8 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % y" a: h) ?# I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Y5 G! r% D$ Z: m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 O( V& c: h, G: w9 q2 }5 `How you suffered for you sanity,
i7 C5 q7 V. i9 A8 HHow you tried to set them free,
2 w* E9 q- X7 ^" OThey would not listen they're not listening still, - z& H* t0 ?( _, l @1 Q: Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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