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% E+ E4 p+ W j! J# KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 l8 { G# ~0 \. |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( W5 G5 |9 ^' S6 h; u, Y; z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. n1 S/ k, Q' a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! t$ c4 ~( {) g6 w. N; C* ?9 [. }1 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 L; [) ?2 L9 ~* r: h5 PHow you suffered for you sanity, " Z/ Y. Q! R# G) e6 L2 X
How you tried to set them free, o1 e+ t1 g h2 T6 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * [+ L% G* n4 c6 q" h, k0 B; r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 W% \& Y. V. J8 Z; \8 S/ M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 O# b- ?' W- q- M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O8 C- i. N2 {3 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& R3 ~! W. ]* E; _6 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 [8 J2 \# X. ]6 Z" {8 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - c4 X- z/ c+ g) N+ ^2 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! |- e( J1 q: ^: _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) ~# A: {! g4 z, D, M. [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 a9 J9 l; h# pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- h0 d9 z; B3 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! y" b# [* U. o4 L; w* V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # q4 ~+ E2 x1 e/ L
U$ W+ B: L8 N* L& BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 [1 N1 {/ j0 R0 f! ?/ G# }) r
How you suffered for you sanity,' h' D5 o+ X k) f+ r3 R
How you tried to set them free, . d; b6 k" {) A$ a: t, G8 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, * p# x$ }/ L; @9 L1 Q' l) K
Perhaps they never will. |
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