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/ ^$ b6 ?, F9 q1 A+ d- z6 g) mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & K2 ?: H1 I9 r9 U3 V' x% a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; C- r$ i4 z. P; N d, O( \$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' I0 C& U& [6 b7 q( z. k6 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?0 K0 d1 d9 l. k) J8 Y1 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 c9 l! ~( }5 x' x- s5 w0 O! O. eHow you suffered for you sanity,
h! P8 G0 |2 l0 T( v3 t: E/ jHow you tried to set them free, 9 P: Z( E8 V( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ^6 L& m6 F; kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 V5 C: z, A' A' FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / V, U! p1 r& D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- L& X& N: b4 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 `3 ~1 q$ |! v, d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' r4 J( W. H0 ]6 L4 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N- B% P0 M5 ~- g; pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # s$ ~9 e* q0 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 U0 D8 S5 s k% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & H3 l0 y; U& _/ |8 g
0 d8 C5 f( j) wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 @8 c% j" E. m* W* [7 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W- N! C- W ^& m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 g$ _) {/ w* F5 L- \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & B# a' C Z$ Q5 F+ p9 E( ~+ m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 p& R a9 i& I+ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
% M& w$ C( @# F# s, o1 mHow you tried to set them free,
6 L6 ]) E2 N5 s Q! Q r R5 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, / t! k2 ^5 z K9 I: a0 Y% P
Perhaps they never will. |
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