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. s' ^ y+ B2 l+ @% p( ~. ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 k2 j9 @& F8 k/ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 x d* f' V# X' Z7 S% q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: _6 G5 L: L2 H8 k5 p1 s8 P" U0 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - E. G1 u" B3 I3 P9 n; ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Q5 E. y% D n- W$ j& u
How you suffered for you sanity,
. O5 L7 V( U0 ]3 S/ |/ u8 hHow you tried to set them free, : m( H: R+ B2 B, l% M* T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + h% Y6 p, q$ V& G# _3 E& `7 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Q2 }0 f/ d+ l( r/ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Z' Y5 E% f. {5 H. r0 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" P8 J% N4 B) R; B! rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 e8 O$ ^5 K( {4 X! p' i V6 `, X3 K4 b
, K( p. I. ^# g' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % h* L* N- i, b% f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ^6 d! J& u) x8 x& Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Y' d/ n& t; r
But I could have told you, Vincent, " ~$ a; C/ ^& f0 D# m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- s# h: y( ^. X2 V$ SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 e* s' @( P7 ?9 a' QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Q; E8 z j2 A1 g2 l# P: \
The 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,
0 b0 j% {+ O+ ]! VHow you suffered for you sanity,! ~2 q( q! t+ O; x' q* C9 v
How you tried to set them free, ! Q' l# [) [& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" ?* @' d2 D( I' M8 l) lPerhaps they never will. |
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