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) P" T9 ]. ?# B9 c" qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / s% D' X% O& B2 N: \) n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 l7 M& b& C0 e3 I4 \% p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 \/ c; v2 u& |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 W# ?5 P( Y) r0 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 K/ t( J9 d7 G0 IHow you suffered for you sanity, ; s, O2 S; R8 H5 y) h
How you tried to set them free, $ F0 S0 [3 j9 \, [4 h. D& v6 A d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# s3 i! A% r N2 k) |. ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 `: w: M7 L3 T5 }) h+ PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
W, c# a' P6 g# U( r; J4 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 L0 {" f* L3 b+ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 {' r3 X/ s/ o+ `+ w/ r8 u
4 t2 |/ n: y+ t6 d+ e& c" f. mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- {. S2 j0 u4 G6 f4 V8 m) qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 i* q0 i, i2 z. z0 K) f0 e6 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' M" P5 z; T+ \: L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 _8 r" T: p. [! ]' n2 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 P" D6 A: \# `, ?. EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! P9 w, G! G. k! }4 D1 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 w- M' v: V7 z8 y4 T$ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* S1 t) {. n) h9 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: z, `! d( w% s& f# {- sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% L5 O4 K, z% P: ~. S. W7 X$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,. |" G# I7 w3 w; W
How you tried to set them free,
& p( t8 r; p8 Q9 _3 N6 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, ! d, ?3 q/ H/ k$ O6 R8 e W0 V& ^" p" Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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