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" q! I9 @4 n- d8 ?/ cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Y1 R _, D, T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! i; N, Q1 L, u. j7 a. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 c2 [5 c8 [/ J% S( ]- DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 d1 q% _* H- a+ |" S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 P' Y. V9 W/ Q3 i( C5 [How you suffered for you sanity, + m% o9 j) _& w% {! ?. V* x4 ~$ Y
How you tried to set them free,
( C. L; C+ g4 z$ MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 c' F% k) u- U2 T2 p" M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ?1 q# W3 ^/ O/ e6 v1 {6 U5 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' q' v8 G6 r- T) k; |) I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 r/ u" i" F7 g, e& O8 v
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, ' B5 o% T" _5 Q2 d1 f- J( f- j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: [! K: ]0 ^& b. MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% T/ F& b) s5 r) B( \5 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 P' c; D- q: [ U' P8 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! x; h4 q$ n: h% b2 D. Q" n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% g f7 x. M; ?% i$ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 p" _- v Z0 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- S% b1 U! k2 c* l3 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 J: K/ y e7 ^7 P$ v8 O# s' u! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* ^' r& {* \2 M( t. mHow you suffered for you sanity,0 f0 [ x W+ R# q( i& E5 Z
How you tried to set them free,
) _$ {% |! R9 i NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) M( l* I, a' Q4 b) W# m6 @& r
Perhaps they never will. |
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