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5 `% }# p2 r+ {% m; Y0 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 A! M) [6 _: G; w- K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 p" A8 O8 _" j5 B% v7 w2 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" n `2 b" n) E' h5 c9 j0 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 q! d: T7 p. T% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, S6 U) c5 Q3 jHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 a1 b/ r( O* F3 `) _% l. x
How you tried to set them free,
5 }' c9 k# G. zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 m& @3 q( d/ P5 e& v6 P' s) v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + O y3 m7 Y9 n: c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; I5 X7 v4 m5 r* N) g3 c1 ]% T ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% o: c1 I" q- h$ _- i5 HWeathered 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,
; @) y2 U7 V" U- O8 _4 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. z0 y0 {# r/ ?" {7 Q) V. @ z" sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ]7 Y( [$ U" D; J7 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, % r- d+ i( i6 C. I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 P1 A a5 |" V4 o/ u$ _, B+ o
& U9 @0 D7 ^3 I/ T1 K9 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 S2 L; T4 L$ \, ^3 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 h" r, S! o4 V2 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # R. k' a+ e2 X n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + X* i: V! c2 Z9 Q
1 }6 r( T/ K2 N3 T, @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' w- c1 u0 q: _* m: q% @. a$ pHow you suffered for you sanity,+ D/ F+ `# z* g" V |, o: g
How you tried to set them free, 3 F# n3 Y# r }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( n: w6 R) L+ h- hPerhaps they never will. |
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