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0 K9 M! \8 i% j$ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, M; _7 {0 p8 B8 z" F/ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 [* i2 ^& _* M& Y, v( N6 a- ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
h2 W: O. h0 |/ v/ D: PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 N7 L; M* g) e# |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 p8 z6 G1 k; t( {* r
How you suffered for you sanity,
" B, e7 Q; d: f) p: IHow you tried to set them free,
- m& `4 v5 d Q* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; f$ g, M5 _1 h: H) p2 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 m1 h) h, T/ u {$ R" Q4 S9 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, d, [1 h( K# x! n( h( C' lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* _/ G- C( p q' h7 ~! Y( tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% A. C* D* o5 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ @, I! K! G) g4 l+ p' Z$ s5 _% R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : J) r& |3 c& f, i+ g5 k$ f$ w+ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 R/ q9 U- p: k: w( Q# ~5 Z. `0 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 V& r3 E! X7 N4 }6 q$ q+ X2 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) ^& {9 u% @. g6 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & g' T; K+ M2 B) R; t# V- x6 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 b! J2 b1 |; U7 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Y, g7 o; Q, M: U7 d8 y& b+ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; b' A- D2 ?" Y/ [$ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v9 I! `* W$ ^7 I; x3 UHow you suffered for you sanity,4 |: V1 g2 G% Y9 C! I$ ^
How you tried to set them free, % u: x! }/ K1 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ f7 U! @1 \$ C- X$ M' S9 EPerhaps they never will. |
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