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( B) N" t2 Z% DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * b$ u6 X' M6 H4 a) l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 o6 n# {6 {+ Y T6 B1 ~. l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; B2 K6 }# N$ ^: y6 t3 |/ w& W. e% t, P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / g) H, Y, C# [3 j' S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, }- f; g, R m/ K* pHow you suffered for you sanity, / q7 D4 N7 V) Z# \
How you tried to set them free, * W0 `1 X t7 f. w9 ^) I+ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 W' a2 y2 A; W0 y& k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 N- _) w8 r1 i( o4 ^* o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # c+ a8 o$ G8 ~5 i, y4 j& |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / w E, V/ P7 l2 q1 E6 D- {; ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 k9 L7 v( R* V+ [8 c/ }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " `! {1 z% _5 l* ]' V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 H* }- L( D% C. O& uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 r$ ~! N: h5 Y f6 _' M9 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( g1 P! [& W( V1 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 k2 ^1 f9 b4 [
' X& V2 F+ ]& ~1 k1 ?1 Z' lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 G, ]2 R y% `# |" l4 S$ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * j' I" \" m. t9 O4 P; W/ Z6 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % T m8 d& V: `2 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / @9 d7 S0 y; M: a: P F5 m! K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 o5 D/ c# C8 I" s1 t+ Z' d
How you suffered for you sanity,; K; C4 D r- f' e4 I
How you tried to set them free,
4 d p* u. ^! p% G5 T% O& c+ d6 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. Z& d. p$ n% M$ NPerhaps they never will. |
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