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- w0 h U' ^# A& B% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 h4 B6 {4 r6 k5 `, j8 e0 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 Y4 `7 Q9 n$ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ N: T* X# i$ v8 r) ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ t5 K" @! l7 A/ k' I4 k) ?+ O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ h% z+ a" y! @
How you suffered for you sanity, ' m2 t5 E i" u) Y9 @, a
How you tried to set them free,
& Q$ G {6 g/ ~3 k/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?2 G! i- L+ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) b r& O, K( I/ `" J) H$ f- ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 v* F/ Z7 L; ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % B2 S: i' ]: V' E9 Z; @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& d: Z0 E" a) N7 O% Y) fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" M9 G: W8 }6 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& v( V) f% `1 `& n( u$ h3 p( ^0 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 F0 x6 K$ s0 Q: k' DBut I could have told you, Vincent, : D) A4 I0 p& @% G1 g; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 X: h- H: j, e# D+ C* p1 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 M Q7 Y3 j# u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& R- v) Q B' r9 D) M% X8 b, i& V' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, c" t1 H8 ~' d' d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 {' @; A, h9 R, }* QHow you suffered for you sanity,7 s8 f' V; B- l9 ~5 {0 g8 F( A0 U
How you tried to set them free,
5 I* @! d( l; L9 U/ v. F1 Q6 g- XThey would not listen they're not listening still, + t1 p8 C0 O4 t7 k$ p- t) m' i. @6 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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