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) m5 r+ l8 H5 B# t3 U/ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' U3 P$ a0 r0 o1 v3 r" \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , U; J( J; S& [8 p4 h0 V/ }6 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 d4 y9 \) i W5 o' h1 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 D, q7 C. N7 R' {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# f( d, A, B* T8 y, ]- Q- X: R$ MHow you suffered for you sanity, " Q# U5 ~+ P; X- Z& A, B
How you tried to set them free, 4 L+ X4 C0 S+ x s4 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " V. G- r) j% L Q6 l3 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 u( }1 f/ z4 Q* y5 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ?7 u1 n1 s5 _! X, R9 `) b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x, L) m) ?# Z( @ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' r7 I# B7 ~: q! [& ]7 k
Q1 X1 q4 {$ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ]( C: f. V1 E$ X/ p. kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 T7 S1 W! s7 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & v, a8 ?+ Y2 N4 r/ q: n3 e) M
But I could have told you, Vincent, - Z6 V0 O! ~' P: _# l! E/ ^" M1 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 s8 ~2 P, R+ L! H$ H; F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# S0 p# I0 N2 \; n# j" {$ s9 i; yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 y( {7 Q! M% h1 V+ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 B3 s0 \+ V' ]2 u" x3 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! j% V& b# f4 Y/ C! cHow you suffered for you sanity,5 F& f6 s; h+ R! n9 S3 q
How you tried to set them free,
* g- b" G* v/ H2 y- _" ?5 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% Q8 i: }3 ^* H7 e1 tPerhaps they never will. |
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