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; x5 I6 b5 V- N$ A6 {" d+ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " p5 ]. G% v8 ^4 J3 ^ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- V9 ^- ^4 t" O8 Z0 A. I6 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ k& ~- c) K$ M' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 @7 ~9 T! K4 I4 i; [( X0 U3 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me, p" l1 E4 h3 Q2 _( |2 w9 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 B" K( z5 f& P4 V
How you tried to set them free,
+ e/ i) |* O9 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 i; z( X% ], W [$ p l0 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% `5 K' T7 L7 g: B: r6 `, HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& o! G: [% `% Z7 l T: ]9 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( F" S w0 u8 r. {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, : S2 L N( |: ~$ D6 b$ v1 O& B3 A, V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( t5 ?1 N- o8 h; h% e# o i6 Y% v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 C# J/ }& ?2 e8 Z2 N0 g% Y# U
But I could have told you, Vincent, % }5 ^" W0 i1 h& F5 P" E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : H" h6 ~+ ?) S/ x
8 {3 U- H5 O2 t0 ^$ q, x7 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' y k1 h$ S2 k% J' ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# O9 e$ e. W% S/ e: H9 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ^) Y$ I) o( a1 V: }2 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 }$ q h0 O- z2 v
# x( | i! O. l, PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( X* A, M' @ S
How you suffered for you sanity,9 f8 R* c, o% b0 o* O
How you tried to set them free,
! E' T7 b$ o6 `. d& b" x& ^! o6 v% }1 z! XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; \, w1 N' F" K, u; Y. RPerhaps they never will. |
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