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9 r7 p0 ]: f* c5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' z, h5 ^' D* d& a6 K% o6 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 q, H9 Y/ L( PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ [- ~* g q% ?" ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( T. M; Q: w9 V) ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,: J! }8 Z9 ?* k5 L1 Z+ v r' {
How you suffered for you sanity, : t$ s5 R8 ^ s
How you tried to set them free, % S9 F9 X( }# Q- w, h3 F4 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" i" \' g9 z* O7 l# ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 f* H/ t. }* m4 \; }7 e1 R$ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - f% x3 @6 t% y* ^4 z9 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% I9 _" A1 E: e* ^4 [5 NWeathered 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,
) d4 M- q. s& U& }" Q C+ BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, S5 N0 H3 Q" G; O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^7 c5 h) |9 K, N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 U6 {; j9 T% { Q1 d; F8 S: eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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A, J6 g" r$ U; b: I3 W* i' ^: N: v1 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; K1 W; R) A2 |5 U2 e. [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B6 z; s* r1 S5 E" {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 h9 d& V9 n3 X: z3 K" l! ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ e+ c' W6 g* p: _* |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : f# ~1 d9 W& ?* u
How you suffered for you sanity,
* C( t) _" P# V# x8 @# C* n9 mHow you tried to set them free, 6 g' a$ l$ D3 R2 k s- F
They would not listen they're not listening still, : C; N/ m; H$ i5 ~2 X1 Y# s
Perhaps they never will. |
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