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c) G2 q4 ~8 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, R Z1 q1 P; Q$ Q+ Q1 v8 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ f' o6 `" m7 o) f, GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 z9 v) f @; s- `) oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
W3 R( ?# H" G$ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,& g, c# X6 J* L5 Q& r' G; U
How you suffered for you sanity, e% Q4 e6 P: m! n3 W) j
How you tried to set them free, $ N1 W* K+ x& _* b/ y* \6 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : G z. \7 n* \- u2 I, D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Y0 f$ G% t7 U( E, y9 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 m, h1 `, E. @( C1 R7 x/ C' rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 X' z, W9 N4 J9 M0 i! e. ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 l, U O( h2 I! N2 ?1 @4 {
# i* K7 d9 c7 |0 C: G$ G9 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) _$ R3 ^ [6 j, w; ^$ u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ^! @. F' R2 {) H( ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, # A" e2 @' {' K1 x3 i, L; X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 i. _' h; Q/ f0 w9 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* F& {9 p5 |& jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ]+ F4 E, }% q( N, rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ~1 x) x" M! e; W6 h0 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: R5 h k ^) x" L9 Q EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " _/ `$ ^( ]$ J# \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* n3 }* o! }" Y) iHow you suffered for you sanity,$ N, H+ n. z: n7 w0 I P. [9 R
How you tried to set them free,
& i& L$ B2 D, }6 [( c: @They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a8 E# @9 z6 z) bPerhaps they never will. |
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