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: q- H+ n) t+ a3 ?$ k5 A3 L2 U% @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, @- k \/ J" c! k% B$ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % G+ a: Q. G+ C: u% e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) T9 p/ Z, n) W7 q9 g# o) ^6 V4 I$ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 m, t3 g. I9 I9 J* O* D @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 W' h& V. f: s( fHow you suffered for you sanity, ' Y) {/ M$ _0 k9 \) a2 p/ }
How you tried to set them free, ' T' y2 D8 k) x( f- m( T$ U( P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& G: g( `- X! p0 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 V% k- e" o4 [9 ]- O: ^5 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! b+ B! e$ B0 w; q' jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 m3 }$ {* }# f X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ^7 l) M9 c! }/ ~4 Q# e( i& EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & e: d* U1 {+ u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 E' g" t/ C( F) r8 P$ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, V1 O. [/ G( w6 y, w$ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( X' U, t0 }3 }2 I$ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , P% n! d4 O$ n+ `1 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& b* y- \1 W3 q. OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- Y4 T9 _; o/ X) j8 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: `) o% v% ]& X& oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. r( e# g- u* i( a) e7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 }- o& t* q: V/ E mHow you tried to set them free, * ]5 G' ^8 ~$ s- h5 t2 Y& Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 n& N/ l' I" P% t
Perhaps they never will. |
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