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4 \5 T0 g2 a1 u% I. aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! _' G' q8 }5 ~) G5 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 J) U( p! f) s1 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 j2 o4 \& Z' q9 U/ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & h5 j. H+ T- O& m8 Q; k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( S5 H4 y. g8 v% `! m" J p
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 g( @# V, A+ u. LHow you tried to set them free,
) i2 w# U$ x1 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Y: ~8 G5 J$ ^0 M4 j, g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # L5 r; a) x6 l6 [1 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 \ U: A+ f) X! q: h H- E7 l- b6 ~# D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # {+ a6 V/ y+ U5 Z0 o2 ?/ |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* D$ g/ |# Q% ~+ |+ h0 l6 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! {8 E6 v# i5 Z, ]' l8 K1 D( G+ r2 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o9 i U- a, Y; r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) R7 Z8 |: h& e: e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; R' x8 [3 S! o# bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * q+ h2 S0 j% e7 ]/ G
5 ` K4 L% _. ~. c5 Q' NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / G( H+ H# l% u3 f& e& T/ P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 V% I$ o+ `* L7 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n# }/ r2 V, v$ w! G* V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 q% z: b5 u5 ]0 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 h7 |* l6 _- A( B* B' e
How you suffered for you sanity,8 p5 d3 \% x" F
How you tried to set them free, 3 U J4 U+ }. Z8 D0 }2 ?# |* Q' C" X
They would not listen they're not listening still, # J% ~- T C+ x( a
Perhaps they never will. |
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