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2 M9 c& Z9 [* L0 y+ o* bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : U# f3 c3 q9 I! `. n9 u0 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D' M2 Y' @4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' N9 V3 A# h# [" X iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. I6 Y+ E: w4 ~- n& ^) c& y& uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* b6 Y% A" O6 P4 f
How you suffered for you sanity, $ h, h- v {7 E6 S% B/ H
How you tried to set them free,
) z9 z3 f0 J. r2 u3 d6 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 I4 U/ L; e, G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 [0 i6 g5 g& V1 q( O( i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( B( S( W* H8 J3 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 D) L5 w, B( D/ I3 O, GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- W( C. O# p) E- pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ?, J- H6 T. s- ]1 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {3 Q0 u- Q& s8 h; ]1 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 U4 o% n4 {0 \; Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, + p: y& a, w7 a" i5 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 g" R5 K1 S/ I) W9 |4 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z7 F0 @2 V6 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# H" I( W. M8 |+ `# g& q! Z# ^/ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 V/ k; l/ O: z9 A$ k r$ t. [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + r: E, G5 T; d2 T* g9 `8 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ~( G: Z1 w( _. q$ e/ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
- {% D i1 H. f. `# z$ mHow you tried to set them free, 4 N1 u7 H) c* N7 l1 P5 E& G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( R9 D9 F0 t2 H8 ]# u) l( y1 z5 H- X9 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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