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% k6 J) W6 c4 `: HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / |. ~& ^/ C$ n* ]& }1 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , j' M6 j. R+ S5 M* C- v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 ^* C9 |, s5 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n- p; q- F. A: j/ {" rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ q0 @5 J- ]3 L$ HHow you suffered for you sanity, m7 h0 J$ g2 j) P5 }
How you tried to set them free,
Z& K( L$ j6 J1 e7 ^. M& U D3 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" G5 v! z- e, C/ m* v k9 n D6 N4 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- S5 J1 t7 ]5 Y8 n8 |; w/ C }; eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 p0 E. r$ Z2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 u$ B" q; ~* q: i; E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; l) h1 H! p: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l- s6 E" M% J) z7 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 @9 A; P% j+ N( v- g6 G5 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ]) ^& W6 x# ~8 _! I1 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 P9 j3 S+ {( V2 s, M: cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 u# X3 w# n) S0 { E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & `1 t8 o. A$ ?! h7 p* \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* I0 v& p1 E* O. D+ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 |' ]- |+ w2 M% o# ?7 X m
4 b0 l7 L& o. |# ^ `3 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 |* T g9 v% i0 B, U" c7 A
How you suffered for you sanity,# _7 P; U3 `) l' b+ L- }2 i3 i
How you tried to set them free,
3 E2 f3 a5 x, ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 E) ~- r8 j9 g% @Perhaps they never will. |
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