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( `0 n1 L+ [: ~" [( kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- g0 h. [& m6 B s" C+ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 N7 [9 D; j" x: g# w3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ~3 Y8 c4 r# |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - e+ C: s3 M: J9 G$ y1 s8 l% a+ W! b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( C+ T7 i; P$ a# ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 C) ?0 D; d! L4 z/ C( J
How you tried to set them free,
0 Z, k8 V& Z7 _$ M- UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , x0 Q: ?' U. p+ U( p. e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 G9 ]2 K# Z5 d& K; j* G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + D- ]$ W7 K- z4 Z6 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' y1 a X- M* Y& \& W- [# EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! s% \- _. p1 K7 k0 G6 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % O6 Q1 a B% v( g! k: _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 D8 P7 S! f5 M8 _) p5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % K I) Z3 R& r1 H4 M; l
But I could have told you, Vincent, & g2 J$ O5 ^ [/ P. P3 E9 ?) Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z0 f% U. R$ Z0 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! w# B6 n* h6 y# ^: X. CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' X9 B* g: P7 s& }) O, q& f4 v& MThe 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, 1 x3 e" U O+ w- p
How you suffered for you sanity,3 t9 q, Q' S* P/ V3 v% Z+ `- p
How you tried to set them free,
% m! k- _ k9 F- Y6 o4 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, & R7 {0 C+ P5 c; b$ P/ w
Perhaps they never will. |
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