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+ P0 k; ~; V: e3 W- a+ X! \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : y# P8 @* B0 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " i% X9 F7 b% Y: g2 q: }! O" D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 B: R6 r9 G$ r% t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
l, B9 ]& k4 h( N( d, e# g6 a! }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 T1 j( [0 W) e6 {1 F L
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 r, D1 w5 u7 N. P. ~! I4 m, i* S
How you tried to set them free,
1 v4 W' k; _" R7 Z$ q5 h8 L4 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 C% g+ M0 p: a- r" s3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Y5 i2 U9 T0 d7 D" k+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* A) ?0 B8 z, u0 V6 u4 d. S2 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P* L9 i$ j! @+ m l. Y: J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% I3 d" _! G2 G' L% N3 U2 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Q( e/ {: w" H' E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * L9 X1 T$ q" ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ~: \0 L' H6 q1 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) E# A- N1 \5 ?) D0 A! iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 ?% v$ H- o! s) A5 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 m% k" V# I" s) c" F; G+ r$ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ? c* u2 Y# L$ [2 P6 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ^, Y8 o" i* b4 PThe 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, ) X8 z8 X4 o1 a n) y5 \
How you suffered for you sanity,7 U3 m! P1 I: N1 l6 M9 G4 {
How you tried to set them free,
/ o [5 P$ K% F# C3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 h% {6 f5 g, N: Z; LPerhaps they never will. |
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