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+ n3 y0 Y- b* a5 j% J) t6 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ B6 Z2 m: Q9 g" m% K' Y) t* M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ~& O9 |/ C y; Z3 Z9 U' O YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 l! W/ k( ~1 o9 a! w) n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / b( P" L, y; V1 g- e6 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' W# S/ {$ ^4 Y7 W+ i" a
How you suffered for you sanity,
. I w7 z2 S/ [( t; S8 O. _5 G! wHow you tried to set them free, - ?& h3 h9 h. b+ h/ L E' N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " V2 [6 h- m9 _ S6 L. L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- n2 J7 U" z$ I0 V# W+ s* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ~, B2 z7 p* y) H+ T. A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 [3 n. D2 {4 q4 P$ P. O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- e$ H" H- v; b: K* WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 |) a- V7 j% Z( Z( t7 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 |" O7 M/ t% L/ j2 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 c: }+ D: r) `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 n ~8 w- F. R ?4 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% j/ G- l1 v5 y$ R1 h2 k X& B4 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 R* Q9 X# X) B# @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 g% p7 j6 i5 l/ O, `% A( G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & w2 ]: |4 |. T9 p$ Z6 T; H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% a% @4 X: M# _6 a- o+ m+ ~; oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: R$ f, Z! x! W: j$ c* uHow you suffered for you sanity,7 H: c) h+ `% p. z; z, N" I
How you tried to set them free, ( G7 b% {' ^& k! l3 \$ D
They would not listen they're not listening still, " o4 O. b- `: Z- ~& e7 O4 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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