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3 m4 @3 `4 N. Z$ O+ c- V mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ?8 i" C |' f# O! Z7 [) w- x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 T; S5 n, W7 @- }$ k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ^, v0 a) v# H* H6 @' k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 u9 o' L# g% N6 \$ J3 }/ C& ~/ c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 H9 z: v, m8 t O: aHow you suffered for you sanity, * T# E' z" s% B7 x1 c
How you tried to set them free,
0 ^1 J- b5 d4 z& J* N% }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# j$ u1 L' Q9 [2 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % r9 v. S1 b" b1 b9 [" r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
q& ^/ q9 C% Q) ^0 b+ d* VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# l' W. K, P' X4 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 ^: S2 ^6 \. K7 i! r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C$ ~# G+ T4 f/ vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 M m4 |; A! K3 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Q" R$ e! B, S4 r6 x! b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ?: d& t! x" p0 T9 H4 U* M# J
6 k3 V4 M5 T7 ], p6 Y- l9 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* k! X) `: ^- ]2 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, R0 R8 e* C( n, V- G" [1 z, gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 e7 _* x5 Q2 [7 q) w: K3 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* Y/ a; \2 F q p0 Y6 P& cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 n! X* ^2 i0 F1 }How you suffered for you sanity,% H6 K s* D0 P0 S K. i& v
How you tried to set them free, 1 f% \* S0 e9 y* m
They would not listen they're not listening still, # c1 `' u3 S* P$ D1 k' `
Perhaps they never will. |
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