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; o- z7 ], _* _& Y2 F n* `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, \4 `6 [9 S# y. A% I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 u! m* k" P. D4 w: O: F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: h) i3 o( p$ @& ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; L8 j0 y7 {8 r/ L( GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 n, `5 p- F- ?& ^% @
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 w. E6 |( z; X* \1 IHow you tried to set them free, ) F( K0 h* [( i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ~; }; M) C* e0 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ X$ z! d) v0 n. W, F+ |& VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' y& P7 R% C* t1 b/ B) {' A. YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 `. w% `4 { C) l1 E5 J0 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) q, O' p( u; l; P3 i& RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ~, K; N, F) I. F" P1 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 @/ I8 u; V* d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' I. u# V1 i1 l, ~1 U- [But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ^, Z/ d0 c8 X# M2 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" S7 d5 z: q W# n4 K# n. N6 W# r zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ]$ y$ N( r3 }. T6 U6 l+ |4 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : H0 @- T5 s' m( Y# g0 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' f7 w) X4 t+ r4 C4 l. `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 k: {' R, E2 |3 H# K" p
/ |' ]/ \+ z/ ]& a( zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 X- G. r/ b/ d2 a% \
How you suffered for you sanity,, D) s8 w9 [ n
How you tried to set them free,
2 e3 `) ~2 P, wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" q7 I* w9 M( ^$ A* K6 L8 X* ~Perhaps they never will. |
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