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! ]' I+ f) I9 F1 s4 q2 B PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# D7 K, u3 w! D# F* B: aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G+ o' T; z L' \: Q) a) z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, B! T, n2 \5 _8 ^( Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 t& t( N5 v0 K/ E: d1 t' U M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% P9 ?) \" G9 r' d) ?0 O. R8 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
: u# n t1 a! u) w* p* GHow you tried to set them free,
3 f% o- M0 W- B8 a# Y* \, HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % {, Z$ y1 h: a9 r a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 P* ?0 T- ?. |& cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# [/ n$ {: e* _, B( u# c) Y: iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ]$ ?+ b( z" c" [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ]& C/ V4 c7 ?+ {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! e; A) Y. G5 v0 w) A7 T* n+ ~- _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 r+ u; U; ]0 K7 l, ~( x% O0 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 e, T7 U3 h% n* }; ^0 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 r" `+ S9 {% J: ]' O, }# zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ D' v: c% [+ X% H. w* u. iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ N# A$ j3 B. p( s& a0 `& s/ c( | |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , o, Y# [4 d, o( u& H. `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / a" o3 H& q9 Q$ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ^5 ?+ I8 P( X' `% L. Q# J" F Z' z, j
1 s. o& e7 f, ^; L, O* L* _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 w$ n$ z+ ~2 p1 ~5 F4 X9 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 D) T- S5 H3 w$ _0 hHow you tried to set them free,
- F& g4 f/ e$ L+ v4 \5 J3 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 k+ x% ^- E5 T5 mPerhaps they never will. |
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