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" H; _% t9 S& f3 O) W4 V1 b; gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E' n7 K& a3 Y' E" V4 Y& t3 n2 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 W# O* k4 v8 g1 k T' t* A, I9 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 b% ~$ ~( d! j1 y! s* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / H3 ~. ^+ O% g: H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 P) t$ N5 j: ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ |+ Q! ~7 `- y2 ]How you tried to set them free,
8 R% h+ m$ V. j5 P% S, oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" D1 Z/ r. C; |2 o+ }1 t! vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( e, k. } {* f; t. ^! ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" d4 F/ R$ X) F, o1 X9 Z4 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Y' X! T$ J! Y3 B
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, 2 y5 q! P9 u+ ]2 h3 w1 e/ E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # V' K' J" p7 @( z( `/ k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! X, |4 |) `. g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% s# n( y$ l3 C: k5 d* \8 J+ q6 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, E' z2 G& o- I4 W* Z# KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: j# i5 c# M6 k5 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( y! ?$ V0 w+ n% `7 o( e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y c$ |/ h* Q) V/ a* t UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( k7 {6 [- T; i: T" L- Q
- L+ Q, V0 ~) g2 ]) WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( P Q% ?" G" T. e2 z3 z7 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ [ B: G0 Z: {2 I* @' jHow you tried to set them free,
8 g$ D% r5 c: b7 |/ h& G% S. A7 u7 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 J3 g. `4 V3 u( [
Perhaps they never will. |
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