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/ ^; R, l- d( J" r+ ]; hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 }: p6 l# r. n7 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - j" D3 W" `& S5 J+ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, P: \6 ~4 A5 ?; G4 @! G7 U) f7 a* p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! i8 U, e& i1 I, \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 u) o- R: L7 x: ~# a P' qHow you suffered for you sanity,
* b2 B; l; Q) m/ c [) [How you tried to set them free,
8 o: {7 S5 C% o: s8 v' ]( wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 N& c/ J, z$ E0 r2 G5 m) V `$ |9 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! t6 Y- B6 w A, n; h, W2 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) ?5 x; d! {! S$ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% \* p. U5 E, [9 }% bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 q) J) T3 _1 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 K7 T% T2 Y) J/ x0 U4 l9 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `8 `+ V- h' e: I5 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( `4 l, V' H' K2 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; X @3 \" o# W; kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 S9 ]! [$ c" o6 Q9 j+ e" Y Q
! P+ {! H6 R0 w0 u* w) {: ^4 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " C) Q- x0 v: r1 _0 ]8 H1 C8 y. K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k' K7 f5 x* \4 B5 o8 w" ~1 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Z g' o! p. m$ p* `5 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 U/ Q2 a8 Y, X1 f3 |' ]( g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) k. q0 e1 _7 r- {9 l/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,0 [4 U& ?& u* t( R6 T
How you tried to set them free, & V% R; z3 Y8 p- A7 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
L3 X# g0 W+ u' C' E* e$ [) y3 tPerhaps they never will. |
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