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( N% i5 Z& n( RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & j: ?9 z5 f& w0 y% O' u/ a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 A9 @+ p6 p8 N' R, Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& S1 u( ~$ d7 f Z& {& N" M5 R# `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 m# K5 _4 `; L" Y) X2 E$ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ N/ {, _( g: d9 n8 |" sHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 U( G! d' r4 F i! h4 C( J M7 W* |How you tried to set them free, 6 _. |2 d$ p0 a" y( b) Q5 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; N4 K- _: L, G7 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 T$ T% [5 } P/ g4 f! i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' G/ P( }- S% c F# h* s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ]0 r j7 a- I/ `7 S5 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 t5 A7 g* h1 {, e; }* G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Q% ^$ C, K" ^; c; C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 b0 G: ^. V1 Z0 {# @% d3 ~9 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 I( Y4 ]2 h5 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : H! e5 G8 V. C- M) n. u
# O) i( @9 t+ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ o) F: A S5 V1 _# T- S( mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Y% x" ~! m1 G8 E. A+ f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & z7 k* K; j+ E( |5 m3 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 _" J. C# H4 @$ t" O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; s& E6 e# L: d' Q% F! j8 R6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
( w! T. w% ]9 x0 w2 f* FHow you tried to set them free, 5 a1 E* ]9 m3 l: g6 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; L% C- l" D* h) g x& H9 H' \
Perhaps they never will. |
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