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0 Y4 H* L! K/ M) v! ~, IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^# G$ j& F9 {+ T* n" M7 U9 F+ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " W, s/ j, E1 H4 Q. }3 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ `: ]3 n$ p- b; ~4 s; A- z9 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 X9 X2 v$ [/ \ @) c9 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# h/ g0 {- D, r* `7 _/ z IHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 n& I* O/ N; W6 I. o3 }
How you tried to set them free, 9 D' X1 J# B! u g3 k3 d, Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) b9 P9 E" z; A/ S3 g1 ^* J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 r8 v( v5 |. V4 N" ~, b2 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
i+ U8 \5 b" w1 `6 v5 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 o; a1 U1 `3 j |9 i) E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - l: W9 u* E1 Y
4 _! n4 U2 N8 f x- u) LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 B8 l1 }" R0 N( }# i' @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& F2 M/ W, {+ H% ?* yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! P: @+ w* d7 v' Y& M) N9 x8 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
! E0 Y/ B9 ^ [7 {) uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # G1 }" ?. W& i+ Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# J5 I, g! T1 c3 Q9 E; QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 q. B2 }. \) c/ Z6 F0 C& w+ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 z2 E. X9 L: `9 ~' R. R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( g% @6 d( g+ D. N0 Q) i
How you suffered for you sanity,( }" O- D5 p. u2 T' h" ^
How you tried to set them free, 2 f/ s( Q( n& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, # m9 _+ h/ [0 a8 v9 W3 J- i; Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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