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- g/ H$ w) d$ f7 Y+ U$ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , y9 K; \$ @" Q, P+ n& F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?0 W) y5 H0 d) ` g E# b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& K0 h4 Z' D( j# t& J' N. e% nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) l' H9 v9 V* C# Y! d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Y3 l8 G! D7 p( P3 E0 D( P" aHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 M# e S9 B' B5 N8 m9 oHow you tried to set them free, " ^' M3 _- E5 m8 M* L) ^! r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ b% T$ Q4 y% j# p6 ]. i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( [2 A K$ g2 j+ u% s0 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( C* w) h" s+ I8 B6 ^1 r- jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & `& u/ ]+ @2 h/ a! ?( A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% {# A- ^+ W0 X+ W6 E& zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% W% L! C6 W* B. cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, L) Y) R" s a* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% @: n) n5 Z) k6 V; n! D7 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: D- t. R. [4 ?9 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 c7 p: D- c9 ^: ?5 r9 X/ L2 K
, x3 r* Y, i, d9 c5 M* }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 R! s' B5 \3 _# N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 }# V. C( D$ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 y7 @6 ~, ^) {& d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) F7 N5 f2 O6 ^/ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + K* S6 C d w, Z/ C! K2 ^$ K
How you suffered for you sanity,4 m: ~2 Y$ ^3 I- P( N
How you tried to set them free,
2 u% Q3 {7 M# `/ }2 l# ^1 e/ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 c4 F# L( e* D1 S- b. N% f- n
Perhaps they never will. |
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