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% {( E! z( Q* H2 D; ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, B2 _# \6 z) Y# x o0 w) `$ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * k/ Q: N0 D1 W6 v3 \2 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( R& s) J: Y9 K* F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 B% L& n5 P% U6 n2 I! T* c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 W- ?/ m8 B$ p2 a. f# @, T/ V: mHow you suffered for you sanity,
! G ?8 j7 G- o) @How you tried to set them free, & q9 P, ?9 I( w- z, @7 f! V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 i6 _$ G8 ^" Q2 Q7 N7 [* TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 C) y& E1 R; a7 H2 E% jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 p) _, p" p; r) d% }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" h# z- \4 Q' r+ E' T! }" |& WWeathered 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,
4 B1 o; b" L2 c Q8 [ l5 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, t" c% Q8 ]2 G* b) y. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ P( M) k6 Y3 D' p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 F. v& @7 g: E. d$ J5 z' KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. \7 q: w, [% c, ?; f+ P$ f7 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! x7 S8 h" a2 _: F' p: kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 r* P# p u/ ?0 z0 M% v/ ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, w) s1 D d- A/ I0 S; K! C+ B- Z' i$ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % ~" X5 l0 p9 _( E( C/ @3 y
How you suffered for you sanity,9 w @6 v! z3 m) Z8 [ n
How you tried to set them free,
; _9 {8 q6 X& t- v' `They would not listen they're not listening still,
; b: w6 r9 f/ h3 i! hPerhaps they never will. |
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