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& e, D8 h% V, k2 [& h+ |5 e$ a" fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: [, Z) q& G' SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! @6 ~( u, W, P; J8 A$ f1 g/ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ?. B( s4 z) y- I$ c( gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 e0 t7 `* i. ?/ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; J% [5 H; L5 l, i$ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ~/ o$ T( r4 [# YHow you tried to set them free,
4 W/ E# h2 i: b# Q$ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j2 y6 F$ f1 S" Y3 e- u, [8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * J" r# ~4 H/ e4 h. A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 K6 O% d9 O- B+ u; X( R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Y9 i; J+ l" l& B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; A; ^, z6 y9 E mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . B a) Z3 A1 @8 Q5 c+ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J& X2 l, f7 }6 F3 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 w% x3 |) J" z3 S# d2 {* mBut I could have told you, Vincent, , w) p* W, W6 Q* E+ z) t$ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 g8 o) f" z! u' o* U4 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 W0 e1 J5 y1 s3 u( x* _* G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- o" `6 W/ q) B2 _* K1 Z$ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ w% ~8 d% P; O% ~# K. [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & X% v4 a; { [/ h. m, [1 V
( d" y( U. r2 I( n1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 l9 i# S/ e# G3 W2 f( N
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ~# @3 H$ ^' r8 p
How you tried to set them free, $ d5 I, @0 Y/ l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( c& ~3 f* T& V* YPerhaps they never will. |
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