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0 o7 G$ H7 u$ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( I' T! T2 H; @1 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . D1 c8 ?* q6 E+ {& s" h& I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! F, u( a: U% o; a" o' }& W9 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# p |+ s9 T Y5 U/ Y" f. V& H- QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 k- i$ j. O3 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 `& C5 q; A: a6 T2 b
How you tried to set them free, 3 N1 t, I$ E# c! j) G9 T- f9 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # p; P b% f4 h, ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x7 [* q( c3 ~$ K+ m4 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o2 F& H0 W' g, N6 O, \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! \6 ~1 C$ H5 B G8 i# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ?; i* O1 C1 m u2 s* a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' g7 q( q9 z' X; f+ U2 a% o `; ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 g6 }' m4 l0 n: b! ]- @& U3 b$ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & N# p: _5 v4 J( N7 n5 T4 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' h) k" F; W! B A+ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / G, N+ E! C* J
6 r! @ X8 q9 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ?" L( R+ ?: Z' R- T7 F. H7 e, pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& B: C2 _' ^& R, f2 k* K. a+ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 R- s! C; M2 U% U/ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * D8 \; k& G, j ~9 z3 Y0 N0 t1 ?/ [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ~3 K. Y5 T% oHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 F1 s& v2 G# THow you tried to set them free, ' l9 s! F/ {' O% f, x; D: A3 [5 n9 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ?) n& B2 W) U) G' @Perhaps they never will. |
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