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x( Z0 J H2 @1 }/ |2 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# O& ]+ J) h# _6 V2 [, FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 V4 k2 T( h5 t2 T1 A* P1 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ C1 A1 W- |0 [% v! @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 y) ^! a! T3 r$ j+ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ P7 o) C! \9 A; r+ _% gHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 v$ j" t) n* H$ i" o* |
How you tried to set them free, 9 s& z ~7 c- y5 c# S. s/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; M3 j9 {5 L/ _" QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
t% F8 K( A; e( A7 J" _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ v6 w4 ?/ N# J7 z( p( p! |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - e/ u p. Y% h% L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) x# n/ R) u5 P; m2 @1 a- ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . B& g' P# E. S6 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y1 \7 [! p9 b c G- g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 e7 B$ i* C# I% Q* t- kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* b+ Q. B" a3 x" D& ~9 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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^0 m" y* r9 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( G& Y4 V- y. Z/ Z. dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( j( i- ~ G# m3 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 f {! S$ i i$ g% J9 V4 c2 N* m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % y) |& k# b- b6 c* R& M3 A
" b+ j0 g6 w/ i# Q1 O3 W/ r/ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 h7 K# R8 C6 ~ f2 R% s5 H- S( ^/ d
How you suffered for you sanity,2 T' A; Q! A8 V7 D2 I: X: m
How you tried to set them free,
4 Q( ?+ q, ^5 o, T. k( A! kThey would not listen they're not listening still, . K: i, c, {3 Q3 d3 F* Y" _5 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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