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) m9 D8 S: s) OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J9 e5 i9 x* W. ]2 b( i- ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 m5 X& m, U5 S$ x! ]- KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 b' _5 d' g# i' f5 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 a" Z; {' \/ j$ G% o5 C! YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: S* j. A# O8 t" f; hHow you suffered for you sanity,
( X6 d! g5 ]8 Q- t; JHow you tried to set them free, + J1 H: G) t- ?1 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ?& N/ B/ u) G* A$ d. w4 M" k$ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( y" ^5 b; y" |3 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' [2 u# q# V2 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' j% }: u2 L m) LWeathered 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,
' E: z% Q" |8 K, P# c1 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 a" a9 [* h$ t9 q# g7 _% b& k% G+ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( y$ x$ h8 a0 u( E2 o' o! V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 _8 D, ]: L; t: [) L+ x0 {9 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 I9 o0 c) J9 ?2 j$ }- P( PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " h5 i- }/ E2 @1 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 d+ U. y4 q' N. aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % I3 M' h4 E _& X: g6 ]5 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; f" ?% x7 O7 g! X4 s. G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 X# R. k r! D# j/ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ j4 g: |" L' j. v. p8 gHow you tried to set them free,
# d* j! u r% [% ]; s( m* V0 R3 ^( i% _' DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 p9 d' ^7 Q- A2 A9 I6 H$ J. r
Perhaps they never will. |
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