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; C$ T. l0 [. P- ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - x% M7 t, H' j- g' I# C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# u; B6 t- V3 Y; PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 J" Q# O7 ?$ w" _6 o8 i; CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ~7 w7 |9 s4 I; ]$ R: ?/ {" p/ B" Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ }1 R' [4 D2 D _' Z* b! i: j+ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
' s4 C$ p% l6 U/ E0 iHow you tried to set them free, 1 @, a) \6 `" W) k/ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d6 H; L& [: r* ]; m" j" \4 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s* q+ g. Y2 Z+ u1 f2 k0 C; V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ?, h7 b% ~7 g7 `& K; D7 l' WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 k0 F6 _2 V6 e+ A; ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# \; |- q! Y7 H4 @! CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& t! O, J2 q' ]0 B* M# W; L J, fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * `4 {9 s" S( d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 I9 l* @! O& w+ U8 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ v/ A9 P: i3 \. q& A. [7 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 s: O2 j- p% e$ @3 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 w6 E# Y$ ]' L% E1 G) o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ A& x/ q& |6 N! K# A9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. h+ \' G0 j( `; K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) }$ p3 x9 J& @, t, m3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,/ j4 ?- e8 A6 }' j u% S7 p# t v8 Z' I
How you tried to set them free, 3 T1 D; P8 Z9 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, + M/ q( G$ `0 ]9 ?+ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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