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) ]4 Y- n6 j3 a8 ~1 u. nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. S7 C0 @* j$ c5 Z {3 q4 j) SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) @) O9 }, U' z. F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F. s( p' ]4 I3 w! e; J, z& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. D. \0 W) C/ r/ e. @0 {$ G( U. C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. L5 n. @1 h" b/ F" |
How you suffered for you sanity,
C6 c w8 {+ }4 D. x, gHow you tried to set them free,
& t" J& I# q6 G* m8 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! X0 S; f) z: Y* y2 o8 m6 e! k' h0 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 K! @8 T, C& Z# _' ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ F$ {4 T! L- Y, b( i! nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 L4 G/ `. h. s3 u2 {; p; F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 l( J' X3 _+ K8 H# s# Q( \
5 ^0 b) a& X" W6 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 u7 f- l w& `$ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- V+ R- u- ]7 j7 Q1 M3 D3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' H; _% c M/ F! V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 i! ^1 c, c7 T5 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 e4 v$ [( A* j3 {0 j/ G$ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 r/ z/ L& |* g; I) Y I# |( x' K9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! m! Y7 B$ i+ f+ \9 W1 \% c# o7 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 X( e; A$ l6 g* b# T$ N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; B8 Z1 \( h U; a. V/ kHow you suffered for you sanity," _8 w# k7 Y& ^5 T, r* i8 k
How you tried to set them free, s% l0 r; j) f) _4 E" J
They would not listen they're not listening still, u" L; W) ]7 g. H; u7 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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