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' w, b4 P0 T" y! wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& G/ u. _! U! e$ L/ D' W8 _( FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ g/ T) c% a' r* ~2 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 r$ e7 s) X. _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , W7 G% @& p1 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* a9 Z" s" Z7 D& l, p5 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 c. P9 a, Q# w+ _How you tried to set them free, ! ~" w# H: T0 Q1 ~+ @% B: m, T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& o2 x4 y2 G$ j" Z5 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* u8 ^" n9 d/ B- B7 o9 v% ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 r0 ]' o$ r: b' R( R* cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) e1 E9 z8 d7 J2 R( h
Weathered 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, , t+ r ]$ W7 ^: `1 Q3 j/ q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 B$ Q4 X1 ^/ \) e5 ~! YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : v2 T! S" z- O( [$ F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) Y7 ^7 b% ~ r, j: V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 K* _; c3 M; V/ x! J7 l0 z8 w
0 _/ O: f3 g- F& ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 j# t* I6 n' ^3 e) L8 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ?8 M* s, X G; x5 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 V' y0 B' Q" ]0 T4 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. y, S% q& b; j4 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , [4 Q% N" ?/ J( K
How you suffered for you sanity,
( z# B" V( o J# J) _How you tried to set them free, 6 K' ]9 x G: n! U7 N" T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; M: }) M4 Z; h& w( ePerhaps they never will. |
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