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: T% H$ J7 p' G: s" \7 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . _/ g3 R. Z7 F& ]3 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 M, U. V& w5 b. j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 {# L$ e0 ^$ V+ o1 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' C/ A& z1 t/ m1 V0 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# r4 z8 V( _: K- w" ~ d N& J% J
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 J" _4 g% x$ B. Q$ K" v9 Q& \' ]
How you tried to set them free, & J! h. c( @; l% z7 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / X" I" K) w y. O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: O; Z$ {+ s. o% FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: b d) s k# W5 d- K& m# @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* j% s ]& x5 V* {% V' B. M3 O3 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b+ B) t1 U& A7 ~$ I; i3 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 @+ l* \8 N- R8 {+ h$ gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 p2 ^6 _+ a u' d4 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 P& ?. h1 s4 D8 x2 L: zBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' `7 l5 N3 k5 V$ C6 N; o' {* B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% _, D1 o; K' ^ b( I1 v: J# dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. `. @8 n3 A( n: ?9 ], }, TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # V. T9 @ V3 x. e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 a9 A: e6 [5 P0 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * o% N* V: m( i7 W) S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% m0 H" G7 |" bHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b# r- b/ p. ~) _4 `How you tried to set them free,
/ U; ^' o0 D: b# A; s6 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 l! w) p }% C
Perhaps they never will. |
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