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4 b4 \! k+ O) _/ I: IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : s" i4 b& T, e z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + K5 d8 k; @5 i7 V/ W. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 h. ?! x j8 S/ \! y y2 z$ sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , b( d; |+ y7 I5 `" n2 K6 D! w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 B' ^, y4 K/ S. g5 r `8 WHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 x1 i4 C0 n) u% ~* o* g
How you tried to set them free, : {6 g# w+ q' r4 S7 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* V& L: U& t3 ^6 K/ n+ |8 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ~% _: U+ W0 P) r; cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ^ H& }; @ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 W0 l# d s) I6 x) \5 Q: d$ s+ wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Z* l. K0 M! d8 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # J0 I) S5 W" k7 s' a/ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" @) H7 v! f# NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . b+ w6 t; X+ M7 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 V$ j7 b0 a6 w- S8 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Y4 I* u# P# |" G) }. r* Y5 a' L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% p# T5 M* \1 h2 a2 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . C/ L/ ?3 I; h/ z- [6 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 Z7 z7 s/ C5 A! q7 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 m8 b4 L7 b6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
' W8 `" G% T7 A5 J, x5 ~How you tried to set them free, / e) ~; _3 d4 L: ]- _% e- r' B. Q" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Q0 n1 [$ {( C4 Z0 c: ] B; z* g- y' QPerhaps they never will. |
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