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9 R& g3 y8 S. S. D9 f/ r5 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, K$ f! }% j7 t# O' J# z4 N+ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 `* Q% {! e5 V: N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~2 ]0 z: Y+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ v/ ~& N, ?3 \ I" B4 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; [* A, \ y3 B. w# }
How you suffered for you sanity, + y% J9 m5 T8 |2 s3 |) v
How you tried to set them free, 2 F$ J) J# z& A# o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # {, y; b# c5 z7 @4 D. b# A! @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 o0 A% q0 S s) { c5 ? W: @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 k" @6 F# r* ^* u- f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; s4 p" l7 \$ M+ p2 q) K5 N8 P* P% z: j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% x( P. k$ ?) j0 V4 { jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . V; q! G" L# b J3 i; v9 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( N4 W1 a4 K+ c8 P8 B3 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 L3 l4 L/ {' P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# x' H0 V- o( V* KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 e' T+ S& L% k. e2 k; [* GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Z: e* T. H9 D/ T3 M6 b! I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 [% w+ w |! \" F3 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * M) k( r" K) s7 J1 a' U, U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 @2 k. r6 m9 s% {
How you suffered for you sanity,5 k; p' A& m: ~8 H2 N# p6 p) J: \( S
How you tried to set them free, * M4 v' Q( z+ J/ l ?" r) i5 E7 T; Q% A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 j' C& V8 e5 r( X: B8 s" g
Perhaps they never will. |
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