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) E, N" r2 W7 o3 D( z3 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d! ?- w3 K0 q7 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' U [3 U; `& ~/ e0 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' g0 X1 F0 v9 o; x! VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . x3 A) y; Q$ N) Z4 @/ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) X6 f' L% l0 c% U
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 l" k8 V* L" Q: T6 [/ tHow you tried to set them free,
& q9 g- h' K8 ?' F! iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 v9 i" A/ d( ?9 X% `- L- C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 N: [) g2 a6 @+ y. g0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \+ y- f& d9 @5 H3 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / a2 R8 _" Z: L& c! j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) E& O0 t& r( o2 m3 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " p7 A: g0 v) K& p R8 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
p5 ~! G5 _6 e7 V# y; f- ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) m+ k+ Y+ z4 v# oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' O. Z$ J( S! h+ S, Q3 H! LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' B$ y- \, x( A% S5 m2 ~& u, k7 ]
; h6 a. w7 n CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: f) q; Q: U& f' q* WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " x# @6 O Y( x, G C% z6 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ^1 b+ x. d# e. C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* K- A1 _% l) _: ? ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 {& l; ]8 {; a9 qHow you suffered for you sanity,3 m! D: _. G" n0 R9 Y$ E( `
How you tried to set them free, * Y6 V) \3 K+ I
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ r1 Y# g. k6 o8 B3 V- @
Perhaps they never will. |
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