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U& c& W) O% S4 ?1 Z- J' C) PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 Q! |2 C! R' A ?2 B! |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- {$ V) j; u7 s4 ^) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ^3 E$ \' m; U4 B" P( [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 E2 ]8 L' {# i/ ? |# bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 d6 d( E6 f% o% [6 MHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 N5 J6 B/ m" G) l$ @: y
How you tried to set them free, + P) P% J+ [: z; d7 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + \: N* z( N: W& L, Y. e) L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Y" V) t2 ?5 v9 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 |- C: n: q0 A/ u% q d2 j" U$ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * g; x+ Z+ |: U& G5 {
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,
7 o/ A4 l5 t0 x5 t+ A$ [' r" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " q$ B* b7 X+ l, ]2 L2 M& w; |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 @8 a) \9 s$ i( N/ sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 m* K" X/ W7 S) b2 ]' G. ~5 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ J. J2 q9 @$ f5 P
, n0 m0 J# ~9 e" Y9 {/ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 M- y& `$ ]+ ]* ]: x% U* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 k n/ l- I3 f3 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ]6 g; _; G6 D( a* O4 c; R; o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . F. W! ?& D5 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / H% V: K2 {' [" N- ^& A t! J# |
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 S# |( ?( V+ M( eHow you tried to set them free, 6 \2 R3 O/ r- m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( b. @/ w. K1 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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