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* Z+ \. Z% }5 X. U$ p: lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ }9 ^3 q2 I) h$ h( W5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' U! R+ V0 |9 w+ C# F7 Q- n7 A5 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" \: M+ c$ F* |! b! f$ V( H4 @; M8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' [; N: R9 W" H1 b* W6 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ s0 B' P, |( A+ pHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 o( C# T1 B0 G% I3 Y6 t1 j( |How you tried to set them free,
3 r9 g% J& ]7 C7 g. vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / m+ I4 k( w% T8 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! h9 ~6 f1 Q5 o, ?# R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~+ b2 X- X* w3 I' X4 j" o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & c# [ T: ~& N& j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , n- Z5 }/ r. Q5 a! p8 t9 K& N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 w2 E1 a) R" W4 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Y2 Q8 {+ s+ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n1 e3 `7 o5 z! lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ W2 c% H8 } s; e* @$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 k% K- G/ f, _# |) H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 c8 t6 z1 ~- ~. Q* v- `! f3 ^/ m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: K2 M+ b5 P. G( ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 _" U" |$ |$ b9 R0 k: q, aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. u; N4 c( V7 G4 }5 Q6 L4 _' R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( K( I9 j) m4 f( x. B5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,/ p) b& Q N8 y" W& n
How you tried to set them free,
$ j8 g/ r( }% O A dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 B$ U# p* s2 \- F4 E6 \* A
Perhaps they never will. |
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