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1 G' @/ M5 q! c/ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - }( f' m' l7 w) H4 z0 e F. ?8 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ^/ _9 k) m' h& `9 @ n" nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ A8 `8 n' O) y5 ^4 C& rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# j+ E$ M/ a2 {5 ^( [- uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; i7 Q/ V* ]0 e% [How you suffered for you sanity,
; D) Z. L S& q3 ^" B' S6 j- U5 eHow you tried to set them free, ) L2 \! U- K1 o' A0 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k4 s6 F; Z4 q& `; ^: I, F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . j2 P5 x( v7 w' C5 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 N) d3 k2 ?5 L0 ^8 E7 L5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 c5 l% F2 b' C. _: Z8 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 o6 K% b' b3 r8 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - t, v0 m1 }4 w0 Z4 J# k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - c& u/ u& a# `' W& O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) E5 G U* X& f6 U. T
But I could have told you, Vincent, - l I& g/ F# }# J$ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' b* s1 z6 |# S" g0 U2 j" X
2 b# w' c7 f8 F' cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' M F+ g2 x7 V* R2 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 F# Z4 m3 L2 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
W% I/ a7 M I; N: D# rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( x! A' j# S- K% X; c# D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 s! T2 D* S$ ?6 YHow you suffered for you sanity,4 c% ~) q* i* w: u: O5 C5 z
How you tried to set them free, 6 W3 |/ l4 F) Q, [* ]( M
They would not listen they're not listening still, % O. B2 q9 Q- A
Perhaps they never will. |
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