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' P' P5 g. r9 U4 _1 h& q9 L" NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - m- g- ?- l( ~/ e- Y* O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, a) E4 o3 W' T. M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 _+ ]+ R% j9 D. i1 `: W% D" sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 q7 J: x" h- ]6 }3 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 n. G! x0 _) U' i: MHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 U* {9 v4 O0 _; }* H# J8 w$ a3 k
How you tried to set them free,
' x0 A7 U' [6 Q! ?2 a5 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 a* y( Y' G p3 y* R; C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - j7 l% Y$ C6 U( H- O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' }2 p6 g7 o+ X* \( k; n. d8 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 ?8 c! p+ X" d, j2 P8 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ X; L8 X, M3 Z& @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 ^3 @, d6 [( I) T+ _& `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- P+ k0 K5 |- ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 [ x3 K* u% {But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ?9 n) M: ^, Q$ g) `3 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 z" T3 S. N) i$ E
, e ^+ G% c; `% E, XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - K. V* m+ q w5 A6 ]- f0 w5 @5 x& y. l( F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 r& e3 ^, K7 ^7 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U2 K" @; r9 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 g$ `* R; J6 v! KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, z" ~ c' ^4 X8 L4 F6 q$ ?( W
How you suffered for you sanity,
I4 F" W3 \8 u& _How you tried to set them free, : }2 a, L2 R2 B4 K3 i* a( V3 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ p: H# C' a9 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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