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2 I ?. Z5 y) Q: n+ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 Q: p1 O" [& @+ r4 D( }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q5 @3 u0 I& f. j5 c9 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( V3 Z2 H( R. A+ D) H3 r2 _- e7 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ~$ U( C# e1 z* z, _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: }7 |7 {. V% G6 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
" J/ F3 e! k# H1 m6 R) L! [How you tried to set them free,
5 D9 C- P6 H4 j4 M9 z7 Q$ z/ }8 H; \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! G0 M$ h a! w; T! a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Y7 _: \: \1 n9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( s n5 N* r+ @+ e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # b8 O+ f3 k$ c2 a3 I- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 T5 ^2 O0 E$ O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' K) c# u# I! T% X6 W* R u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 }5 t+ K: i7 q& _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 L: \4 c6 v3 I Q1 J# G) N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 x" a3 {) j% A. u# _( _8 y, Q. a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) p) m1 c# n; y9 S# _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- E- {0 @0 V% O) A, @* ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' q, _) R" L& p0 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 k- Y' J8 D' o% j7 S& k
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,
, ]( z" Q" [! ]- D- ~2 m- _How you suffered for you sanity,) h6 H8 {$ U3 \, T% k$ _/ j
How you tried to set them free, 7 Q2 b% w( U) [. C5 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 D# N5 v9 _* w7 C) d
Perhaps they never will. |
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