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: b5 X9 Q) ]% iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 w H- N# |0 q$ ^ c/ p3 j% H- P* u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ B8 E* C, _$ l ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, [* J+ l/ g3 X' J( ]0 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~% T8 K6 }4 c, X: n3 [1 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! X$ a( A7 ?/ Z) D7 T' Y0 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 q3 W' J% S" z$ I$ q' hHow you tried to set them free,
& s+ {. H. y/ n: S8 [0 X1 C) e- AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# s8 h6 g- [* a$ ~ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D( y6 \. t; a/ aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, N+ l; f* G% G9 Z4 N9 `1 X& P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& P7 ?' r- [5 M1 p3 W$ j+ OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& X1 N9 m6 u2 _4 ~7 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& }, M; c+ t+ ?# U# P( E6 o8 s9 F6 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 S- b. z; B9 q3 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ T b1 l' g6 E7 n- D% [, p
But I could have told you, Vincent, / g% e( O. g! \; \* x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }& u! n1 U. Z5 M0 L" i6 @! i. o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 s" T+ a, M4 v3 S3 Q+ B: iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 j# W3 g( Y3 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( s: W$ A. W: ]/ o) c# c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 [5 X* }9 s3 s: w) jHow you suffered for you sanity,8 U" e" H B* G& i2 x
How you tried to set them free,
% }+ I1 H9 l* j vThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! R4 t& F& g) u9 j' ~6 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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