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- \) r1 w8 l8 L0 n: V" \. DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' f, r& H* v3 [; `* |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ^1 J. r: D. T: ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," U0 \; G# i1 Y2 j4 L+ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' m6 u# ~7 ?5 P- ~" W, D" v+ w1 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# x v6 g0 x0 u( S/ `+ XHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 P/ o1 s" |1 `% U8 t# U
How you tried to set them free,
' x; d# O1 ~! ~5 k$ l. W$ ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L) r+ ~/ k- v2 y H' V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 D C4 [2 s+ @+ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; i% s/ c. V+ w% i# T6 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ~- f! w* v- G% n& F+ D# P8 L( K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 T) U+ L3 @' H) o$ `6 N) ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : |$ M. y" j0 ~/ {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # F( L: y. e; J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' K5 L! W I) A& |
But I could have told you, Vincent, a$ F) C) u- R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 F' {4 r- M8 Q6 e' N! N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 n% G& O# j/ C9 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % v: C( Y3 `; [ c6 r" ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 } b N2 T7 f I) s/ m5 M1 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ q6 j: o, N7 k9 ^4 j( P2 E0 u, a3 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / g5 ~* p/ m5 Q; Y
How you suffered for you sanity," L! {4 J6 ] i+ w2 y$ }
How you tried to set them free, - B' J: T- H, \5 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, " x! F f0 D x; ]- Z( Z Y2 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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