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* j( [; b7 C# _8 r6 {1 i' o1 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - x0 ]) r) o* w, O+ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! u$ N& {. S1 O- c- d) C2 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: P) o6 t3 L6 u% l" tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 t) i, T- ]( A( P$ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 J: x, a* R8 P" @5 E4 U5 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 l5 W0 h3 B/ E8 D, d" @
How you tried to set them free,
2 u3 q. A7 T" ?- {* ?1 [1 B' r- p# \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 T6 M8 h& O6 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, F8 `- l1 g/ \: G' J tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % x3 }" g" n0 w- J9 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 C; u( X8 k0 {( @2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ~# g/ x" S$ M) J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / G. A: `1 A, v: G' V r" e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 m Z; x- T( o+ T. {! p4 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 u3 S" V; J$ vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ?$ r: z! ~7 P5 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & v! t% m3 i7 H4 j& Y; j) i; }9 [
9 a; a) j2 U0 P% @) f1 _* U8 V$ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 h1 y X3 ]" b$ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 M0 F. X4 W5 ^: m& m& J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 p; M3 B; V; x$ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. W7 F9 S1 o% H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" N& W- q- j+ |3 T! kHow you suffered for you sanity,
x" ~* M! I: i+ \' bHow you tried to set them free, & h( X5 ]4 r( B5 M0 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, : u5 y5 u" S- t7 y; U! u
Perhaps they never will. |
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