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/ u; k, }; v1 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 u) W8 B: x. v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 [4 Z! T# R9 d5 B3 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 F3 ?0 P' f4 j: ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- h) V3 d- ?3 m2 @* J2 A' _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 q/ @) z. e1 o5 f- A0 m+ d: m# S* JHow you suffered for you sanity,
: B0 z# F2 ~& m$ W4 O) sHow you tried to set them free,
- [1 n- N) V! ?7 Y7 P' G, q& nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- u) g/ s o2 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % q, w8 b' S8 W2 z" [+ p e; s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 C/ |% S% `$ }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
v* E% {- {/ ?; B) J2 S) wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 x& m/ e' E+ y' O# Y, m' ]) F; R. pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; x/ ~0 j5 z' T6 @/ C4 N/ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / o8 q1 l9 U& k L5 N3 l9 ~' m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) K, K, s9 {+ e( J- t/ b( I! {3 p0 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Y5 u4 _* N/ }8 o1 N' t" C1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% d1 x& T# A/ h' B K4 n/ Z& hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 k) w$ I7 C) a0 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 A7 O2 I0 w1 s2 L8 `0 A3 c7 g1 w2 m0 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ]2 m: }# l) {2 F7 g+ [7 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 {0 G, _1 \) m1 Q- n' b
1 Y- g; x. q G) O& i) wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* g# o' W" W4 k$ ^ x+ v4 F( rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ K3 d# J# X* }( v) B9 @2 \How you tried to set them free, ( O9 F( K! v7 `% v3 }/ x/ M5 L6 j. g
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ~# i6 o/ w$ P4 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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