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- m$ N2 E! K: \0 q9 n" {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ]# @! s% I* g+ m6 n8 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 Z" L0 W, s' J/ ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 F7 c1 ~1 B8 Z, X7 X. jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - i$ C* \' h$ s/ G+ a! x* ^+ x' u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: C0 r) H o8 V# B/ [5 Z N7 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
" `0 O' [& Z# ~ t- JHow you tried to set them free, ) K) r, Q1 M p5 m' h: j8 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) T7 [ r# e" M& }9 V( hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Y) E; u- j7 |" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 e4 u( E: i' p7 b* YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Z5 J/ h( c' A# [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 J: Q( q* ~, rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# j6 _ G8 T4 Z2 n, a* d& |" rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ Z9 ^9 v. E7 Q2 S' ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . e, s& m8 X1 G8 T* L
But I could have told you, Vincent, " z9 w6 m$ ]: p4 }4 k4 x/ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Y0 Q; }8 b" w/ V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 G; v9 E* J c/ ]3 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; W. S r; \+ ^" pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) b* ?' `; ~9 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 z7 u( D- x% h9 A, c7 W; V7 t8 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% r$ T1 U- z9 z) |1 w- \How you suffered for you sanity,6 y- T6 B+ j. P B+ Z0 {, y8 l Q2 e
How you tried to set them free, $ f, S1 W( ^5 F) V8 }2 y) N. t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ f- h: y) c7 s4 uPerhaps they never will. |
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