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8 |- ^: t/ @. Q$ v; T5 A- KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" P; Z/ {6 ]) U* g/ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( c+ l1 y4 ^- T5 v4 _0 p' Q, w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a/ M1 I4 x- u1 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( B Y% S$ y3 d4 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ {+ `% R+ T4 ?" w' q
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 t. c X3 T. L. A( s, e, m# S% {4 R# X
How you tried to set them free,
0 [" w( M3 z y& h1 b* [+ R$ Z6 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g/ H: q% e" s5 V, q' J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; `) ^) \. d: k5 x+ y5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& F$ v5 d, D. r' [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - i0 W+ r4 i' D" }& |
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, 9 ]0 [6 V, o" X) p" u) V1 y3 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 W7 [! V; P: Z* KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 S: `; \) J V' D& [: `( pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 i# h S& X) |( Z- JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ]$ X$ t$ h" k4 a2 C7 T! G
* z N5 f+ X8 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 [: e' h0 p5 O m: U* H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 J. o5 C" T1 H" d( T& [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; v h3 M+ S) sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # y, J: D! s3 D) A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / w B( [2 Y3 r; z) U8 K5 T
How you suffered for you sanity,& W7 P0 x$ `8 [: Q: l7 W6 ?7 ^
How you tried to set them free,
# I" H. g" T1 z1 w' U+ E2 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, , P& l; r0 r2 x, G- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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