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- |) c' V3 F/ e0 q0 x6 Z3 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : h( p: v+ L' O% I- L: @* C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& n+ ^& y2 N0 l3 e, P1 W! V, _) kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ?/ T( J; K$ X @- u% [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 o1 H3 A: Q1 k$ |/ J. X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ _; h* f! n- x4 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
. X4 @8 T( l3 [0 g2 eHow you tried to set them free, * l; G0 B, E( g# \9 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 A+ D+ `$ Y+ H8 S& p2 E3 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " _! \* F0 g8 G6 _, W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 M e* ^3 R; u0 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ E2 G$ |0 J; |2 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* q& M- ~0 b* h- eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ i1 K4 f, x$ I" F1 \8 k- [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # l7 @4 R: O( S/ D& i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 s- Z; I' a, D. b8 C& Q' Y9 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, % \& d5 V6 @. Q- [, S' \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Y9 i4 A, D3 E5 S" k" u; P( E0 Q
! f1 q* h: t) e: q" \0 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 I: ^9 z8 h3 b5 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! c& v9 r: [6 f9 b, v$ K8 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ x# L7 s/ f' C5 F. r) d3 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, d2 @ P* y! W; F& b' I% ^+ Y4 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 A1 n! f& j: dHow you suffered for you sanity,6 o8 E3 J4 m3 W6 v
How you tried to set them free,
) d, W- A! N% e/ ]They would not listen they're not listening still, * V6 R/ z" g/ r+ p: G
Perhaps they never will. |
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