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, {( [9 w W5 U6 z+ _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ o$ O% G1 h. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + f& Y+ _# r2 N4 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* k! w4 T) @; p% ^( p) VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ o; {! J/ D) S( ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 r, R" ~- A7 K0 t$ IHow you suffered for you sanity, ' g$ E- I" Q& M. h
How you tried to set them free, / U+ X3 i" S9 n, Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: {' Q; P, L& t& |* [$ D$ uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* o" o* k# J& `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % }2 J8 k1 Q) w2 p+ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 _) q$ M* G# BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) C/ c$ d5 ~0 k w: x
7 X1 ?7 K( |2 O, L: H7 {& U3 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) y( A9 ~# c, }) A9 J) H9 s9 R4 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / a- U) @9 t; d! z1 z8 a( `$ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 T* R3 @: [$ N1 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ f) J1 P4 _* yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * b; T. H8 i. H5 x; U1 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 f3 C' \4 v: o- K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Q- a' L! N3 t/ q e3 l0 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a# M( z* S7 F4 y; H; U% y# ?9 @* |' }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 R2 J- D! E/ M8 t7 S' c4 @) Z1 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : c7 t/ V# ^1 e% M6 c: T$ i* {
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]$ D7 u- S8 B2 E3 t2 bHow you tried to set them free, 5 c1 A# g0 e, d) z+ \; h1 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' `$ H0 M3 G+ e+ m9 F P3 J: c
Perhaps they never will. |
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