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" @: d% N8 u& R$ m5 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 z9 c0 ]; d1 m; o h1 ?8 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! `- z0 {8 Y: U3 I# N8 A- {) d( V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ]+ s& O; p5 O/ Z a1 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ?# t7 Q- Q T' h) \2 C8 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V. Q* _% O9 ]How you suffered for you sanity, + S7 j4 I# V6 W; [6 V
How you tried to set them free,
$ W' l# F% {* v0 I4 u( hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ S8 B! \- u( U! P2 U8 X6 \8 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' L- W: v4 Z) E1 o4 ~3 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # I2 X( D0 c+ E+ }' d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 b7 f. L, `0 A5 @5 W k3 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 H! y0 X$ K5 Q6 N' j4 l
3 l1 M3 Y3 S, W7 {* jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( p5 f& C" u$ ? p* Z8 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ]+ x4 L, z: R3 W, X8 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q4 {- o; L4 q. i: D! ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 K# V9 B- i" D- k! F+ [8 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- _- I% n: u( H/ r) P9 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- V2 z1 X. A: @) A: SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Y4 o. Y0 v3 L% `# wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* z4 N/ c% Z0 E' xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ _5 N5 k2 ]( h" a5 W- t8 W4 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % v' Z: z3 i h, @
How you suffered for you sanity,8 A1 m* y+ Q* W: w" _/ {
How you tried to set them free,
- S; S: z1 l5 J7 h8 u. Q* F* cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 ~* n/ Y z: d" VPerhaps they never will. |
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