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; s( \, R: W9 K- ~* c" }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" @6 F- x1 {3 j( E9 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 L3 C5 j, c' _; ^: F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( j. s3 P$ B6 V% M- S' e* u* l) F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 B8 d1 t8 H! ]3 L# I- J# W3 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 y, m- {. g0 Z+ C# i/ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
% G' v" }* O+ ^7 g$ i, J. x$ IHow you tried to set them free, + }% Y! n0 v. `# l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 `& P9 }/ [* ]- VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Z; _3 B4 w7 e! x h: _0 v7 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , K: E7 {+ Y1 W5 l$ ?! E0 O* X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' s4 W7 n7 D+ @% v1 {$ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ~) m7 h: `$ |# Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ T* Y! z% V1 m8 V7 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! a0 l' ?, K' X/ }' u1 A4 a! t: k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 E" ~$ b& F1 q$ U/ kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( S: m0 m6 `3 l( o2 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ W/ b; a1 `' n: KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( b; I" s9 Z" w6 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 x. A6 G3 ?" ?5 H G& ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " s6 a* X. [5 J) U4 S6 Z( M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - S1 @5 b& v2 b2 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 V6 ], q7 ]! d1 g8 r& M# h* gHow you tried to set them free, 9 L% Z: J; V8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( V3 [, i2 l6 T$ w
Perhaps they never will. |
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