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8 j" g6 y( Q) t- VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' S/ v) Q! a: i2 V/ b! h* g' cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 M# f, a- t; M2 g$ B7 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 I' C' a }9 |( U9 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 e" b6 s' ?& w( eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% @& m& G1 X3 q# u, qHow you suffered for you sanity, , q8 t& F' v* m. f4 L( q
How you tried to set them free,
- _0 ]0 N* [' i8 i8 R8 ~3 m- bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " P1 k. b, e$ R0 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. d( v) y8 Z' z; G" d2 B; B1 S; ~/ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; J: s7 j. A, c/ |3 Z# d8 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( j* Q, F% U: R: cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 D) A0 Y) k9 |! u: t
, y, h' K0 _) S1 [# DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " d2 b, ?2 H5 E- K) \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; m( U2 p8 y3 _& Q1 ~$ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 O+ Z% m4 E% s! r( J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. R6 Y; B+ P5 l, \3 ?' {+ G; nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ]4 k7 X) g& K% W J3 [0 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 \9 l; {6 q7 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 d4 \" ?8 H, ]: z4 ] iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 s* \3 k7 N: o4 aThe 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,
! r, L$ Z1 j3 e4 X) V! P7 J+ g: MHow you suffered for you sanity,- p! c- U; l M% k% [' N# n
How you tried to set them free, ) x* y9 G" X* s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 x' p$ g) R) g' V1 S- w
Perhaps they never will. |
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