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! Y+ U. m! `, h7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 h9 Z, ]0 K/ N% c, G. b$ V' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- O/ T7 d$ |2 Y/ z- Y3 @+ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 G* M2 a% ?! ~1 c$ u; j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 k) R4 V& W7 u- {7 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( f7 z- t& {! P0 s9 t4 m* Y1 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
: a7 \, o/ b! AHow you tried to set them free,
6 ^5 J' n1 o BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 P! z4 n( T4 ~7 o6 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 _8 x' P- F$ R; u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ]- M3 b$ n _, P2 t. [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - v0 M" g0 z) o9 e @$ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 t& R& t2 _# e/ f( I4 T7 G
1 F( K8 L2 ^* |7 A8 ~# R# W+ k) H& ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * G0 t" N) ^' X1 c3 y7 v+ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Y0 k. S, V" K. \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 z8 ?$ y1 l# Q6 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! P0 I" S* J& hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' S& H, \) ?5 W0 \4 t0 Q0 H# b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / C" T' W. k3 N* [: l" S1 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 N1 Z4 W l2 ?3 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 m9 @ o. q w3 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( J- @: j8 g8 e; zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 j: {& E) m5 S( @9 h1 lHow you suffered for you sanity,1 t- I% b$ ~4 \0 Q# z) E8 {
How you tried to set them free,
W- S, M( X3 x" Z# PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ]* I4 z0 }# }) p6 J! N
Perhaps they never will. |
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