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" f# [ C8 H {7 ^+ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! F! }% |( [& l3 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 X, q; A/ v! u' a% s. W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 d9 A7 i2 o, B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 t% m t& [0 N( Y1 ?: BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) m" e- T7 B4 `How you suffered for you sanity,
& z5 t( ?, Z# @3 _8 vHow you tried to set them free, + w3 x1 Y# b( q1 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: @" F# m6 I8 h6 N2 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! J0 s `+ I8 _' E9 l) SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 T! X! o" q# \. ?3 `. x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 x# x3 t+ \. L& c7 E- A. H5 {) {
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,
/ B( b+ }# Q4 S7 t( b2 `# G2 A4 I; F. yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 Y) m- G# s2 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , W* g6 R% @$ T; {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- n2 V: s* J( ^) i' gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q& P7 ^6 t4 Y1 Q% C- l/ R
9 M5 K- @9 x* U% D" |' C" r+ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. X6 f; b$ L- ?8 T. w/ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % x& F( M2 [. i5 x0 ^0 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : n5 K1 K2 H* p- T$ V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" N5 Y- Z( \; A R) m! vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 K8 |4 l" b( _$ g0 B1 g0 v; {How you suffered for you sanity,8 X9 F( ?( x. E* X, }+ L
How you tried to set them free, ' j* {! a9 w% x! h/ C. K1 w- D
They would not listen they're not listening still, * `6 U9 C) u- q1 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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