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6 X; T4 N5 }+ y/ {4 _" X7 J. q0 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B6 e. j2 a2 K+ Y& n# e6 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I: O% v2 R0 J( m2 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," H1 o$ k: ^7 O* J$ \4 q. ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - W1 s6 J7 C' J1 _+ @- }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ V0 i. W2 Y) L2 I7 x6 A
How you suffered for you sanity, , H+ s. A7 _6 L; z% G# d% t1 }# |
How you tried to set them free,
/ t! z: @5 A% J* b8 C# _' c) {$ XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - H+ `4 x8 I) Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* c0 z; P* {) \, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
W( V" g) i/ [3 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& F4 {- S( f% D/ _$ y# b- ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # q! u0 L- s8 N
& {/ U! t6 g+ W! C/ Q8 b( _; sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ I2 F, x9 Y8 i7 ?+ _/ E1 p& U; AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 _6 c' o7 R6 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ?( w/ \% n1 `# ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Y0 ~, i2 x6 p9 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 d# q! ~ @7 r( J- ~" P
1 D* f! M w- N+ G; B$ x' U7 J. `4 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. Z( |1 j! y/ E$ n8 \- h8 `3 O1 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
J' f; [/ Q: S" R7 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - D* y. _( @8 [. @6 x* u' n0 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : e6 F4 j( {2 A) N* ]9 P2 f) a) C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; l$ T: E5 o1 ]# g: J2 b1 O6 @How you tried to set them free, 4 Z# {' S( `, v- Z' R0 | a J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. }) h: c9 Y" ?6 H& ePerhaps they never will. |
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