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. q. c5 R+ C# D) ^2 n6 M3 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 |% b. I2 o$ P) `7 |. g W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
K- m6 l' d2 r; G" I$ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ j G# Z5 p+ O1 S, f: YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # l4 X" F! A5 i! w3 ?' j3 F3 i6 W$ w0 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' f! m. n; o# g: dHow you suffered for you sanity, * x' s% f: E1 Y0 X. E m
How you tried to set them free, 9 O, l, N7 x, s: ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S7 n) _! w' I" S( g0 j' G0 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 A1 W% Y+ P+ L- c) u f3 W( h" A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 E" N7 v( z& e$ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! d. ^* h! o m& }; f/ ?+ u! w- ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - I. F% K1 S: D8 _; E. @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 W1 ?% V3 [+ U8 {; \) H) x! C1 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 o# l- Z" p$ T2 {+ g3 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 `4 J: o X9 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' w* ?( L$ E2 t. |) D& VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' i) @2 z4 c% r% N! G6 I
9 l* ?7 [/ X" B B" j: tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 _* A. t" r+ z/ ?8 J( _8 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! R, o C8 K8 X# W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 }" I, H% e& d7 _- D! fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% g" T4 M( @* X' T- P i& h) u7 [, |1 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: M3 l/ x- w% RHow you suffered for you sanity,3 b* R; [% t" X+ G" l
How you tried to set them free,
; u6 L' x9 q5 p! Z' f' I% gThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) {2 n' Y0 r, C. l9 t, g
Perhaps they never will. |
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