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7 l ]. Y+ V7 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 j/ n1 b/ q( D+ Z% Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ c, A( b- V9 M: U; U( M- qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) o# ?8 e4 Z& i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R# \4 f' z* \9 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ^, U3 G- O; n Q9 C5 T. sHow you suffered for you sanity, $ ]; P, G0 b& H# W& A
How you tried to set them free, ( [+ [* f8 W4 Y- a" N0 D l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- R2 |6 {* K N! s: `. F9 G! ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * l. Y& X4 J7 {5 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 Q" X& Q+ D( i w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ^0 @! Q$ U/ ]) Y5 f
Weathered 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,
1 h& K7 Q! K" B" y7 | AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : M0 E# ?, Z* ^" ^% y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( K* G3 \3 N: G6 D- r& s6 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 c7 M @, F, ~6 _* \! ^% LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( _3 |0 V, z8 @, CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' `- n1 y$ a$ k+ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 n" P1 L6 G, N6 e3 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# `+ G9 T9 |4 m: fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 G @1 g8 {' P, a5 v. tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 [& r* g+ l0 w( N, V" C8 C; m
How you suffered for you sanity,) K( A/ M$ q+ O/ p4 d# U( Y! ^( v& L
How you tried to set them free,
! C/ b- T2 ]' a! b, f) QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 n) d! D) p) w4 dPerhaps they never will. |
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