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: ?9 t- W" C* W0 y" ~/ k0 S$ T! @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 c Q0 l% L# S; g" ?& A$ X( [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) I5 r" j0 A) E# S# Y3 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% l+ @7 z# h( l: g |! s& k2 J6 `" }9 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j9 W$ q: ~! O4 F' @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) Y1 Y. S6 H g: \
How you suffered for you sanity, E) p/ e; \$ D0 [( }
How you tried to set them free, 5 B6 b- `/ f: ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 S: O1 o C0 h% U0 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ t' y& U+ M: h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( G! b: L9 Z' @, Z1 w, j; ^9 i3 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" G4 R# w v0 V- kWeathered 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, 2 q$ n" G J/ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * B) @( X; { W3 p/ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ~ \: t ^: O( [; J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" `7 P/ d) s. T u9 t+ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 D" a& O5 E% Y5 }$ k% y) J G0 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - f3 M8 |; ?. h- {0 U3 x0 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 c' O" `1 B: d7 ?( ]6 Q9 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; C% ]# l d5 |8 [! Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! W) i3 B. N0 d3 N7 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * R- `- c" l# t+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
% v( T; M' I/ s! M# W: ?$ VHow you tried to set them free,
0 q, c9 {$ A1 ?! x! I, tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 Y) D2 {+ Y+ y( p( P
Perhaps they never will. |
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