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2 X( y3 X9 J2 ^2 |3 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ a! S. Y4 |2 V! y# \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" D X. h$ Y$ U) VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 y7 y' ~" t* s3 w: J) u2 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# E* {* _0 Z6 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, x% J+ F8 H+ y9 N- B
How you suffered for you sanity,
) a L9 {9 g0 _6 S3 rHow you tried to set them free,
. ?- v S1 v* N' s y* ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 o' n0 D) v& @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / H7 X7 p1 }7 Q1 {* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 q8 V: Z( w+ k" q) w2 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ l. U! W8 u0 _/ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 i! h% u4 Q! V) A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ^8 }6 [" A0 c: l8 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# u9 J* Y) h4 z/ G: `0 C1 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / _2 e V# \$ J9 X) d; e6 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, - n$ a+ u" {0 n. c6 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 Q* t b7 @( p6 }1 Z7 C3 ^ Y7 V& T6 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 U( d% o( T- ?; [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 z# X% B* O; W/ w! W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : D* w' m5 O7 {* S- A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 b! L5 X2 d7 c( T" K8 X9 I/ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
N6 x# x; t6 _2 C. o2 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ^9 O$ f0 y- ?* G0 lHow you tried to set them free,
1 I, L# G7 h1 y) @1 G( RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) m) o- p5 K$ } [, }
Perhaps they never will. |
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