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' s5 t3 ?$ C. j. h1 n3 y' oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * l3 H1 C8 e+ M9 K# Q& `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ F- z8 {9 i1 ]' ^* c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' g7 p* T, W A" R, v+ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- R7 y! X) ?3 r! |! s* T4 }/ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 e: k9 m) }4 e. N* `
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 m9 r# \: e# o8 |8 w- dHow you tried to set them free,
* F) R- w+ } M0 v, OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - r8 P" I3 Z3 I0 s2 C$ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; j: _2 m& Y* u% \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' A5 v; N% W+ `4 l S6 {, k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + x$ u1 s( N) z0 S) {5 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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d/ i% }# M) d* T, vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # {* y; [# p1 b" Z5 B: M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' A9 |$ b7 v x# l C. v; FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # T2 {$ {' N# ^ l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _& Y$ t& f& V) b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : b3 W, a- E* d8 {+ q9 K8 B- P: J
4 K6 R7 B) y- YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : o, Q0 {# Y5 O. p6 f$ a6 k) ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 V) Q) m' P ~8 w/ P9 n! P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; M$ p- a, c5 a3 T$ G3 X% mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 E4 M# D- K6 @- v
" d$ {& c* y& i# I) CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 D+ K+ F5 w0 V4 p) o' OHow you suffered for you sanity,
O; E% ~7 L4 s! eHow you tried to set them free, ; `% T- W/ P# ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 l2 i8 h) _' R# i, G nPerhaps they never will. |
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