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4 A1 {3 N8 z U& D8 ?+ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 l' X( U, |# E5 [$ b6 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 n+ H% h) e" |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ I/ E/ ~4 ^2 B5 D; \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
B/ Y6 }6 x, B+ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me," m0 E" L& l/ v8 ~$ \
How you suffered for you sanity, ( Y) N7 }- j8 g3 \5 {
How you tried to set them free, 7 \5 c* D w# T# x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / r9 S1 @* N, J8 S# I1 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! C+ d5 A: h. u9 q; F4 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + q$ R( q1 n8 [7 s0 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* a: c. c$ i7 a* e5 i" `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' i1 D) }) M& N6 I& d5 l: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( p6 m% q. A8 G' w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * K2 G& n. N; a2 R: ~/ |! |3 P3 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 m. L l" E/ PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. t0 J* Z2 C- X% e/ t! d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 M4 n1 {+ d$ C5 O# x0 J$ g( H4 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " H6 X L3 ^+ d. L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # D; g! N/ e0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 W1 G8 c2 B. j* B2 I# v) ^# W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( X0 r0 ^: D$ R E- M- MHow you suffered for you sanity,
' h9 _# X9 u, k, sHow you tried to set them free, 9 N. {* i8 m4 G s- F% W8 w- }% d' c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 H" M, G4 A% z" T4 b5 t, j
Perhaps they never will. |
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