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* q) A5 L) m, Q( ?0 R! BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - {' [. l" D" G' @ [! u% M! f# y) U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( E$ W% t7 E4 ?" _" G" N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 p; w j( N; X& o% Q) K; Z8 q+ K% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% }$ |8 s( ^/ T. ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Q1 P; b" S1 h# |How you suffered for you sanity,
! a( v' O+ b' i9 A% ]: g5 T/ RHow you tried to set them free,
! k) w, u; f+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 y. W6 i9 Y- K% u4 z( s0 A, m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! Z. h" p# n# ?% h$ O2 }! k( ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . K2 u% f* p5 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, N8 Q4 [ \8 H$ ]" d0 b- lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 ]0 ?% i3 \; e+ y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 u6 y) R1 W5 N8 d" z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: F. h. Y8 v; c7 p, x6 f* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : b9 e; P8 e, a5 Q; x
But I could have told you, Vincent, - T" R7 R' ~2 l+ q' M6 t/ b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ~4 @- h9 _+ [ Q/ }
0 J, w+ i8 B6 S7 h$ w p7 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, I, C- k" R" ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + r: a. n. D% Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ^3 w4 C8 U- n1 t" oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 n% n1 s/ R& g% M+ `$ P3 n* s# uHow you suffered for you sanity,: q/ m: [+ r5 A& i! q- | E
How you tried to set them free, , Z5 k0 W5 g9 b/ A5 b: U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& s! B' \' s9 e+ O: g2 b4 XPerhaps they never will. |
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