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( Q; a9 W) ~; xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & \8 S6 c% C; W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( f/ P* y3 C# H& K. y# j( g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' Z" f# B5 Y+ v$ c* J# VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' j8 H5 G* `' `1 \- ^0 a/ Y& l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ^# j" w+ }0 o; MHow you suffered for you sanity,
: a# E- T. ]; WHow you tried to set them free, 7 C# l2 T: g% K9 l* d v B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 p) S0 r. u' l2 J- e$ T& U: C/ R. LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" Y6 j6 V# f8 l$ \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 B& W7 O$ P& R% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; t6 I. ^2 L) T% N9 z. NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 m1 K. I/ M# X$ N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / s! R, T( _( T' [9 M; z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & [0 T3 g g# u0 [' ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; T) x" ]; V( Z" M9 i# E4 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, - ~1 L4 S/ I9 [, |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C# z% K$ P8 ^' h7 h5 y( H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 S: P" X3 x: u( w" i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ {& E" R6 r6 t, @, \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 @' _8 D" L9 m9 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" D# F' F T, b" y2 W# q4 K* xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . |1 Q8 S* a; ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 P6 m/ Z' o1 j3 S/ ]$ M6 [How you tried to set them free,
4 x% ^4 l' E( T4 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, " Z4 _( ?5 x N1 M- M5 t9 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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