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: N4 }3 J3 ~1 E/ u+ z# N, xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * ]+ z2 h; [( j* p9 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 h' y6 J4 U9 A8 R* z* j9 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 F& M' `+ M* d3 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 r0 W4 L& i g0 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 r; y) o1 h3 H; xHow you suffered for you sanity,
) X. ~6 i. G) c' L) R; x. T, KHow you tried to set them free,
5 u. k- {) c) q8 n) QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / M) {3 j9 g' N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 E! y' w( I. U% j% y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 j5 y# @. V' p& ?6 N& @3 L1 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% [5 ^+ X; E% sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! H P- @& |- |7 \ S
, r* O. n4 s/ _1 w9 r8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ m; L, @/ L5 {. h( Q4 `7 a( EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 c! U% X% d4 h6 y" DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- {. L4 V8 i% @& BBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; [( N4 Z5 V4 T/ [. M9 O. h" R4 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* l3 {: U6 H$ e/ b2 O1 B3 R+ c4 p$ B# fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 N( [$ D6 G+ q; Q7 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " e- z' O2 J% u; r% V% M2 B7 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( f: `# u; v" e2 p4 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F* h* t' `# ]0 v4 |0 y" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,: {6 f( P" W$ j( z
How you tried to set them free, ( O- P8 g) {9 s4 J1 W0 l& D% Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 d) X0 q l f0 a+ k2 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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