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7 |! t. _% K0 {2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p) `; z& c1 Q/ k( k2 ?/ O- MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K$ p( X: }; s' _ r v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 _" l8 W- X; `! X# YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 U2 c' x& d8 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 T2 W1 R0 ?; T( O
How you suffered for you sanity,
! L" \, x) B" C; c7 oHow you tried to set them free, 6 D' O4 {; m1 [4 R* t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. y5 C/ f4 h1 P. z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 {. E5 T/ u' n9 E$ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: O4 Q- I- M% E+ @2 {2 X" AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( L, p1 h2 X/ F1 U! H- cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : d9 b p0 u. ^" R/ b! e5 |
' X: X6 g2 Z6 M) m0 P4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 P' m4 q \( hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 f% S" e, ~+ @3 p3 f } R7 d$ \0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) y/ T: i- y. ?% F% `+ o3 a; YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 i. g$ p4 ]+ r: z! c, W a+ S; Q5 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / e7 m7 ^& U% j) r* d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' [) F# c: w# C) I+ P8 E# XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
O; b7 {4 z7 D; {6 q+ D9 D; bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& n8 y1 K% w5 G8 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + [+ x2 [$ H! H9 k
! ?& g1 Z" {0 e$ a& ?3 @- h# ]# YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, K% I9 e2 M+ n: ^6 |# ]: EHow you suffered for you sanity,( t3 c, }5 M2 O, {4 Q* _! t
How you tried to set them free, 3 o5 F. g2 M+ ~1 c& p9 P, S* [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 N3 d1 a) v' T" N/ j) UPerhaps they never will. |
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