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8 r+ j, e# p/ ]2 ?2 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . A, G: n/ {* g- z- R5 M( d5 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' [1 `$ B3 k1 L1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 `2 y4 M! c! c/ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. n7 @ Q$ X1 `8 c5 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z# Z% f0 Q3 E0 T5 zHow you suffered for you sanity, + t7 l3 g2 e( R. m
How you tried to set them free, 5 f' y+ |! x# m5 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) {* Z2 F3 @8 ]% y# }1 w- t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; R% N% o, P# A, w( O d+ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! }- b3 q. s+ D+ b0 Z; P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# l. F8 @% v3 f |3 }' [4 DWeathered 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,
3 h6 ^0 p2 t" e+ O$ N% FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ @1 {. G; W# n0 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# {. a A. X1 g# aBut I could have told you, Vincent, / C l& V; H+ y% P, w0 K* V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! c- D" M5 e$ @, a: iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. e: O5 |9 s: z h7 Z8 F- w. mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : |' c. n' J% ^& k: f9 q1 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " \0 A/ k6 q T' Z" b; ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" f- I" E" V6 R2 f/ d- d" `+ ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 K. j1 y& }1 N K HHow you suffered for you sanity,
D, d3 y7 T% H4 rHow you tried to set them free,
* @: G5 f- F3 w: }+ \8 D* WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 V3 l5 F' J. YPerhaps they never will. |
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