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2 m; y* K5 s. F; G) C. ~; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 r4 o) T/ B( i4 R- y9 n) O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 Y* J( f5 @1 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( b1 R$ e* U2 J& R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! J3 Q1 t1 w0 f" ]) kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# i ^# ^; q! s$ |% E' Z. n+ S& hHow you suffered for you sanity, ' A, x+ Y. j4 u+ t. E
How you tried to set them free,
9 F2 N4 f. x% c1 B2 F3 w k! x: cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 h% O O" P2 w: o0 b9 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 w& m5 l: x0 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ~( r4 ]$ q4 p! W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H/ E( ?$ Q$ ~2 L6 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - O* E! ?- O, p/ y, ]. z* E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 r' K+ H6 C5 Q6 l r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B! l2 j! ~! M9 u- d* ^9 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . \# O$ R/ n4 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 r2 L1 M& F! I' e! z8 L6 k8 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " D0 {' ~/ G& Z* x! B, X1 ]* x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 U( O- C3 c8 O3 R' z, O8 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; z7 [& {* ~! xThe 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, & Q! G& h5 L; H$ d4 L( D
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 f- j7 k# _6 X1 z) z& l& SHow you tried to set them free,
8 r" {! D3 S" T$ p& I' W/ v) ~( mThey would not listen they're not listening still, : j* {4 [- {+ W0 l' r0 L3 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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