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, |" G) y! c9 w$ A6 Q& y" `( IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 k& B. b% y' E# Y3 Q j" j I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 F* s' p& B. {, _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 S" R% h- i3 u+ PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) d/ b2 b2 L" J K- {1 A6 e4 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ W( t/ [& A. |% T. _- ?: |
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 _# l; t( V3 THow you tried to set them free,
0 m2 @( h4 q; f5 I- KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * N. p9 t) R5 b2 G9 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w. Z4 [" L, g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 O2 @! x( p( w# [1 d" B y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , q' S, N8 k' Z3 C5 c2 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 c; D7 H1 h- o. W8 c9 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - U. W* L6 M( q( T( J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , @2 z4 {! b* y0 F2 F, L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . Z) a9 n5 D+ ~3 f, S5 s" J
But I could have told you, Vincent, + g* C% D& b1 s% ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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t5 j. f9 M4 H- D/ ?( n, ]5 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# R) R( k/ V' eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- B1 N3 {* D5 V% y" [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f5 V8 {( Z( ~7 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - m, W, w3 g" E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - S5 K! P$ a! ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 E3 e% I2 p: FHow you tried to set them free, ' X0 a8 v. V) I: g4 }1 f7 l4 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, , Y& [6 o5 i/ E7 h( I) K& v+ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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