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* u( e0 P6 h- U9 E; z8 n& F2 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' v! j) K( u- |4 D: U/ E6 J6 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 U# Q# \5 m; @( `. K+ `0 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X% S3 S7 O. w% k$ F& i7 A" dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. {5 K, D( R% S+ g- @" a- q* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 k+ }& ?, h1 n8 J$ p2 F$ a
How you suffered for you sanity,
I; n5 A! h; M, S2 G! gHow you tried to set them free,
9 i9 e3 w! g* @, w# n* E* w6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / r# n: ^& u4 Q$ g6 g1 P S; P! C3 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 {$ [2 P6 O- \0 U5 l# u8 ~8 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 g8 u r8 z- M* Y! }% D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % c" D. [1 a9 \" i& ~! ?/ c5 D, m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( p# a5 E- s% i2 G5 m) MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( I0 J6 t/ S3 c- n2 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 e& I$ F4 a& y5 P. }/ {0 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 X4 V: i4 r5 I( v+ D0 M5 z- E) y! oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 x: ~8 M4 `9 Z) `6 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' U+ L6 G6 F, a. E! R
+ w% {, k; W! v! y) W. pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 w4 a" e0 o" m0 H. h0 Z, H ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 h+ \% I& K0 k5 V) o* Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 E/ L( X# ~1 w. C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! z) M" p( P# iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 }+ r& M: `8 a+ q. k% [4 _How you suffered for you sanity," l6 ^9 j+ p% S! e3 Y: V, }8 B
How you tried to set them free, 2 O& D8 M; D8 L8 y( @4 n* I
They would not listen they're not listening still, - M9 @2 G0 f4 v! M+ [+ u& ]. }+ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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