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! o8 Y% o9 ~& e7 {0 n6 u) }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # L _1 n9 R4 ^! H) @2 ^; I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % A& O7 l. ?" K. R1 s" r) l# {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) w- @- e6 i0 j- \# ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: h: s5 r3 l& E3 { b. F1 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ z( g9 q- t" K& J0 Z! A
How you suffered for you sanity, & x) q7 o' o0 q1 ~5 j
How you tried to set them free,
. E, r1 H( m" Q! a4 t7 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. |: C8 ~" s+ N9 r5 ~! X# o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 R2 Z2 P) s( h1 g6 n% S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! X( A1 O1 X) P* k- DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J. P1 x& h+ X+ m( p. M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S# m- x% k* l' z& e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) X; N& o# U; U3 M* `0 v/ W7 [5 X" UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 e: C- T8 R8 d' z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ^& a# C2 A, o8 w9 xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 T4 h4 {9 p- H4 [' j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ~/ b( R# h+ L# `. o. z
8 l* f* N2 S. JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 U, z( p3 T5 ]+ m" b W8 s# `; ^+ SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R2 N* C3 ?0 l% G; a1 a6 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' i, A' j/ ?% Z; |; sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 U, v: A/ ~8 `, D* eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F; ]7 t* W6 M8 s$ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
; @6 \: ~- R9 } V$ X1 {1 S* kHow you tried to set them free,
2 X$ a" A8 }$ s; V+ e$ ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
, y0 _9 F+ Y! aPerhaps they never will. |
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