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2 c* }) N. e. zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : N7 N! Z! ~6 F( O7 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 \9 y X3 I5 q( b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' C% S" O6 n5 A7 a8 x, x( D" g" BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ~8 ^. f+ B \& c! z' q5 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% v. s/ \) x) J/ q7 p. Y$ O9 o5 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
: w% a& N V- I: SHow you tried to set them free, 6 P% P# ?) J" i5 x2 C% b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % d" d# i+ x/ {7 j1 E# ~. \9 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 D' U3 p) N( X0 K( a: u; Z9 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 G# X" ^6 a( bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; V( X, ]$ W3 D1 P: F. R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. V4 J! Y( d* K: V, m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # g- S* Y5 [* z) ^0 |; A: ~6 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 {5 E( J ?: D+ T- B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % v2 m. m/ V, L0 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' F7 N( [" z" R" B* C4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p+ R6 h( R! R- P
6 \, }% ^- r. e3 ?* k6 ~+ j5 [! eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 C' n/ K4 [* T+ x6 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V+ z$ A* |$ m! h/ u/ C @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" j: `- b7 f. F7 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; y4 P$ w3 i5 t/ r" `+ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ U `5 a8 i. Z( u) }4 GHow you suffered for you sanity,/ F! h& {" }! M, h
How you tried to set them free,
- \% n$ B" q* E- p3 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, , y5 o5 _! T! U3 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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