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: d c: ?* P5 ~/ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , b, x* ?" ?& n1 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- B* t" z* Y. d- fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- c6 d# p6 l* v6 C. ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
S. M7 W$ l; e" ~, a! tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# B; V1 s! F. V7 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
* x6 O) V. T( ]6 ^ A4 }2 x% ^' w1 ]How you tried to set them free, * L3 L- d3 z2 V! ]6 [0 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* m6 b: z6 ~9 A0 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i m' p( Q# l6 a* a9 x6 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 V2 N, T- u7 E! S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, L+ L: Q% q5 [. [- A2 J
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,
9 P) ?: S/ r) @, v$ _0 V0 x& JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b/ O9 V7 G0 i% c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 \) n$ W0 ]: a6 ?( F8 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% [- V) @ }) JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 {- R) @8 z5 V) y3 D2 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 I" Z6 l' B" _ P0 I4 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 i+ C( n4 R2 c0 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, V! {$ c( _6 A3 l5 d* _' x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % K/ |1 Z5 F! C, T. P
9 Q6 C9 a& ?+ Q0 V: H4 e4 Z) E* p& fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + c1 R4 D- d+ b7 g" H( a
How you suffered for you sanity, Q5 J& R W2 _; I& v7 ~" w
How you tried to set them free,
0 r1 w1 O7 V. ]8 `* w6 }: q5 K* |7 K0 M* nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ y. n+ n* A& u FPerhaps they never will. |
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