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. @) ~+ i! {/ T9 t! fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; [' _( Y0 A' w+ y: i7 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: I6 l) ?* U" }" v2 [% SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- S% R% E: z1 L( d& @# n9 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H; g1 e8 X" |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ?7 K! W7 P# b# p& Z( G
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 a. M! ]% h1 ^ B4 @How you tried to set them free, # S+ v& _6 A1 e, C4 V+ y+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . q! T' X, v% \ G4 E- f3 R# a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 g) |# {3 [0 N8 f4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ~2 y: Q6 r" z0 `6 j+ s! i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z4 F1 ~- Q7 j5 z2 _2 y4 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 N' k- x+ @0 o. O% o: m" o5 m+ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 \% ]$ M% O k' t0 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + H: S& M1 L( r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " j- f) k$ W0 ` C* x5 _% I' [# ~7 h! C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 I k. N% Q* D" U& TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 j* N4 F3 t8 o, d2 a, `+ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Q1 n1 Z+ _% g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! |7 m+ b+ @2 Y9 H" W. ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 \) K/ ^2 X7 w' R7 C
The 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,
0 s& y, k; W6 iHow you suffered for you sanity,( p; }6 F& K% T- m/ b
How you tried to set them free, 6 x, @1 e+ _/ d: U1 a- `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ^& \. N. Y& y! d, b b
Perhaps they never will. |
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