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; g+ p% I6 o3 _ R9 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 b# }. Q8 j0 A2 z1 I/ y6 U( ~. yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! u' s* M! }) H5 Y' M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f4 l; _& g* ~' y3 M- i; L' B8 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* j m4 p$ J. V# Z) ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,. Y) a) z* t' k4 G \2 c3 y
How you suffered for you sanity, & \" K& c o5 n$ \# w
How you tried to set them free, & h" m' Y% I7 Y) I# j" P$ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . L. D( v2 _+ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' E$ T5 d7 O" c- L' W8 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 S; _" @* h) r$ k- [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" O2 g2 v- {$ d9 O( fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 |$ J V, W! ~& d) t* o g0 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ _- L1 X/ m- ~+ V1 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / S2 h( B, L4 u. f+ E, T- W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 m: i8 b- U! v }, \) h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, b2 e% o3 o c0 ?8 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # b* y8 R. e2 U# P" k6 t8 A! d/ n
* v% V M# I; z7 i6 ~2 R& k" @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " M9 T) j7 B9 a, _- r$ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 F) P2 o& G9 @# i/ d. s5 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, z3 o5 G. y3 \- lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( _3 w, ]! ^4 n$ `: g' x) WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 k% b% |) u" U5 k1 r& c( C' z( oHow you suffered for you sanity,
O1 b: ?- d* W8 V: cHow you tried to set them free, : O0 H/ d! ?' ]# d
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) q7 ]5 b$ N8 V% a$ q; D
Perhaps they never will. |
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