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) z0 O- H7 \' U! x Q* fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 y7 G0 x! ]" z# F% }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 f8 b* _ y0 N KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 M5 F" I# y( k& n5 f7 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Z. {' w' g! l9 d1 C1 t" K# oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" o9 V4 q3 _, o9 i- aHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 c. j: A! l4 B) w
How you tried to set them free,
8 u% J$ q' U% U4 T, g8 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / A+ Z8 \7 h% O# t" Q5 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' a0 ?7 a9 Q4 l4 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ^+ h" c+ M: XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 b* B6 j; F g. Z* OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 O1 o% C+ L4 P+ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( H5 r6 {+ l5 t; m2 @1 j; U {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( {0 B5 A4 c9 J5 {% A2 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 d! ?# `' ~0 Z& |But I could have told you, Vincent,
- P, `2 G" s( S3 e; AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 G8 @; K: k( F) sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% m9 a. p% U8 r. C# pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 e) {* L8 Y7 c7 T9 M2 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! z0 _$ ^+ O, p+ ]$ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 S# T" D7 s1 N- k" yHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 }0 K, k! Q9 nHow you tried to set them free,
6 W* Q' Y9 j" F9 g. BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 n2 K, }* O; t6 o. [( N, {
Perhaps they never will. |
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