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# f* @* A* a! C8 N% u8 g5 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 |: ~2 i5 r/ r' @& T( M, I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Y# @1 a/ K9 {6 k7 S1 D: Q) I% g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! j* t/ f/ `) K! w4 w$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + }% N+ w" j4 w% J9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 r K Q" I. n* m9 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
: V# L" j& |: f$ H2 Y! NHow you tried to set them free,
; ]- ?' J9 t: c1 T2 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ]8 x3 L7 H4 g9 H. \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 R; f8 y' b+ M+ v1 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( T4 s. @! L) s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 }7 a, }' ^2 c6 L0 Y0 e' U, dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 S, V( z0 S4 n- \& VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, H P9 k# @9 N3 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * H! ^7 [" B4 D+ D& L. \! a/ l! V) g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, F% I, ^, l+ r+ q7 j2 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' p( t6 Q/ r0 Y) `7 f! {% ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & {" Z" B* \8 Z e# G
4 j( c8 ~6 e: L- `9 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" J- @) F" Y8 a% B, P. R* YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 i/ [3 F& P0 Z- E( s5 q" p: ?5 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 k1 C4 [4 t, y, L7 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 d* }3 I) m% a- a5 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ?( c5 i4 g: X! a/ p" XHow you suffered for you sanity," S5 P v) [$ |4 C5 @4 i
How you tried to set them free,
+ [% ]* J: z' [0 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; F6 D9 s6 U; ]1 S1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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