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; K6 |# @8 [/ m# Y. i2 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ~( Q/ M S; G7 X$ CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N2 P% g- u' q9 Y( B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- N0 Q. t8 G. R: Z" \. ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( n* d+ x- [2 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ w( Q4 ^: {8 W3 F2 l
How you suffered for you sanity, & O7 g7 G1 |3 G6 V& V# L; }
How you tried to set them free, 9 B: }6 C" ~; O3 W d ?5 p0 p* z" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `3 q* h _% `2 s2 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( H$ d9 S. D2 J: m" t% K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* X5 O/ D. s) QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
N6 Y4 l D) x1 t. \; C+ C) H5 t( YWeathered 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, ( w( y& ^5 k/ F# H, O/ Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- \; h+ A* o1 }* YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 x! ]6 |+ ]. V6 J- P" DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 k, q. B" b. c4 {9 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * m% g, g9 V; o3 E c6 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Y9 z9 M3 Z/ k3 {! A6 o2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / O9 ^" i3 J0 G) E, b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ K0 a: Y; E/ i& l: Z cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F% @) q7 N3 H% j; u0 _' t7 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ n5 e( `1 c$ G5 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
" k! P; o- Q. Z% qHow you tried to set them free, ! I. p- h2 e+ X/ R0 ~ s: W" r
They would not listen they're not listening still, / S+ b/ E/ ~" \! s
Perhaps they never will. |
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