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0 K4 U) z& I( f/ c" VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* n# k! z( a6 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Q- Q' g' O5 m+ Y0 R6 @1 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ p. d' w" F s B/ U; FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ?/ e. g( G& K- v+ I1 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. l- J& h9 ~9 @' |- o1 j. {
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 z6 W3 p) m- R5 V" H5 f t' FHow you tried to set them free,
/ n4 z5 u& q: a9 F* V) GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , f6 }4 c( a& r8 f6 ?, J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ p+ G$ F0 f' |) ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! o3 }$ r. F) b2 V0 B. B# a5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - s! C2 I4 N/ ^ O" @3 }& E( E, @3 n0 R
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,
0 M' }: g% X% q: C" sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f6 c. U! a! M8 q uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " A" Q& Q4 h# n4 d. {1 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 b) w6 X: j. k6 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 a# W' a. }0 V9 f' m4 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! S1 p( C! t# }3 ^8 }; h' gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ^ x" C% H; H% T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 s# p7 P5 C; w m+ ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K' J1 Q! s6 V6 L
" w: a1 c( v: p7 r, |7 j/ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - H9 m$ f! {4 i1 M: Q5 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
( M) a. ^8 O5 H v$ Y8 k" _( L6 SHow you tried to set them free,
; A" O, |+ X2 c/ R% U/ m% l% EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 O7 O' ^% [, b
Perhaps they never will. |
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