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. L2 O& _5 ]6 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# W, @0 m" A3 e. A- RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) e" F( |0 V; Y6 n7 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- |5 y7 _. y; E* ^2 a) |5 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
a$ K! E0 o/ X( y* hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ m+ U3 ^0 a4 m) B8 [* ]. u5 HHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 n$ y9 G+ f4 D
How you tried to set them free, . v* ?. w' h0 {) {. b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ e/ z; s8 o; X5 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! x O m/ A8 W. h2 M8 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 c9 N4 \+ a9 {/ p6 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
u: x+ z) U8 V* g9 O8 E* r1 C( uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 A! G; n. P- S5 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, N; P9 S! K! K m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , v; X) I2 q/ F j" ~9 |* X% a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 p; d0 L- o# H. FBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ~# l3 M/ M4 e0 O a- ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 x. {7 ]: C$ m* H6 J2 f5 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 K( h- Z9 x" x7 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k- K3 B! a& D! K, g3 G* DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ U n, ^' [! CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 _: S4 {5 G u- @5 E J- mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " l( X8 v' r$ y$ r: z5 @/ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 k- \/ s% T5 X8 g0 mHow you tried to set them free,
3 i ]) i& i# S8 ?5 I$ H5 N, [They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 h' ?8 E& L1 ^: [0 u' b) S
Perhaps they never will. |
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