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u+ u+ Q: N( b- G6 e) D. NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) N. q5 |. {5 s) A. q! B; R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! N$ v+ `% B3 U) y# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* S6 G5 N1 s5 u$ H% ~' s6 c( d. cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. W2 |$ I; S0 t0 M3 q+ L, P& [# I+ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t. b4 n0 U7 l( j) B5 }How you suffered for you sanity, . ]3 q) p! R0 _0 q( \
How you tried to set them free, , ?+ ^: [# l% v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Y, o4 C7 u7 ^, q% [5 n& y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S0 w5 q5 `/ U9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g1 K5 B/ l/ t: m5 U6 y5 w5 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! M2 H) y% p& I0 j# p9 n nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - T4 H2 ]! s" _/ Y7 _, P, G/ y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % d1 K, p: M( [8 C1 V0 j( k6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D7 { e2 r: A" N9 p- l6 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ^( C& A+ T% `9 H, |! qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: B: l B' I3 u$ ^- @) x* F \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " T: p4 k. ?; C0 }1 c4 h# }1 n3 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) w8 h9 r6 ?9 a5 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 W5 E1 u( ~5 ~/ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) k; Y6 Z6 z+ ]. ^: \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / U. x5 W) l6 \4 c0 j
How you suffered for you sanity,6 }$ d, G: @7 i+ [# w7 f# F# D7 u
How you tried to set them free, * y, r! S7 s$ e' c) j8 V3 i3 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 p$ r/ M- h4 I$ k8 S9 G& C
Perhaps they never will. |
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