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" ~, [8 d7 r: V- i. `7 N+ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . _( f, n5 B/ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' E( H. Y* }5 b5 N G6 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ Q+ _' f% j& Q( t) o7 D+ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % w5 C ]1 ]5 s, a- s4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 |& v# N& q$ B% C$ o4 e0 {. d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ `: ^& R7 R6 W, i5 n" {3 h
How you tried to set them free,
& E2 S2 L' D9 n( J0 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) L. O \4 D3 P! W, @( x$ X( _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + P) K. [& L' O( ?0 E2 d4 }; _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 Q8 N, N4 j9 _( y4 {: @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ M& f1 o6 F6 d: J0 L8 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 V) `! N4 [+ G- V) x% T- VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 C5 {6 \0 N& U% ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - h% D/ E9 T+ h( P, ?- h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 v$ n$ J: @3 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 f% e+ A0 a6 {$ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }! J6 q1 V( k- J6 x+ f
! e! @: A4 |* \9 m9 \) X+ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 `! g# b0 a7 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - D5 w2 L. \ j9 V( d) ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m# @& g5 O+ F3 x1 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ e0 x ]; _8 P7 G4 E' r# o s* L2 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ F6 b C" G1 s: vHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Y7 Z5 K% @6 J! wHow you tried to set them free, ) i8 K( g# h( K8 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! g) C A5 N- n& _3 @# b
Perhaps they never will. |
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