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; S0 r$ h! M& b- t0 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v- A+ m- f0 U: y+ K# I: a4 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 F4 H3 R4 A8 r0 N! j- y6 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ~+ i5 m& x+ K# j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * t4 u8 `! Z7 ]4 ~2 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 m3 N- G, A+ |- J n% lHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ?! j; t0 N. a% S- C$ }/ \. pHow you tried to set them free,
" n( p9 T* V3 P! c9 V; DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& q3 G0 ]2 S* k, C2 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: q" G @& J M5 U- T, b5 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # j4 `0 a5 H: C) S. I, ~! `2 S; J9 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' v! T. w; z, Z8 j$ @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 a# J6 o( H' l$ v" n- A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / M. P& G H7 _) q+ a% V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ^4 ^9 m& t& V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; S5 T! e, n: e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ]' N1 v; o1 o5 g" C) M# {, v5 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . x8 c% a& x. S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# c4 `3 v7 c! h i5 j& e4 j% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 A2 Y. ]% G; A& u1 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* l( T1 Y/ B( QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Y/ [3 A" v- a0 f) s
- I3 P' z9 Y9 q1 I0 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! c- G8 w7 N: M7 _; R' HHow you suffered for you sanity,% q$ w+ x1 W, l: c
How you tried to set them free, ) V5 l F8 k; i/ k. ^0 W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 B! \: s" s1 F5 P' k* Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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