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; Y4 A' d, i) f/ NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ^, H, z1 I w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k/ l3 l' l* o* d I4 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Y1 H. W# X- P( A- T5 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( g( R% S7 j8 q7 F T2 s- ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& B9 \' w* h3 r/ V# d0 X: X6 f5 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
- H: L! c! ^" ZHow you tried to set them free, I0 k+ _' m4 B3 Z9 ^5 O4 q, X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # h4 k' I" l5 _6 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% t. s1 |' m# N5 l- lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& q" M$ k6 I. c) K- P! wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" N6 B6 a0 ^, u3 d/ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X+ d' J' K9 j; d1 T* F
* z9 z' \- D; b$ w9 `- L" K/ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 K# x9 ~2 Y) Z$ M; w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , u! l3 \6 ~8 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# t8 ?6 c+ |8 D6 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: p3 u' }% y: v# ?5 w7 {* BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 }9 K! E" T( O* i6 t/ Y6 }; n& ]6 N/ M4 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) F. z7 d# |0 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
K+ P2 |/ ~- O/ YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , L( z0 l( [2 r" R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* x, U8 z3 k6 j, K9 NHow you suffered for you sanity,* S: @- k l, u: z* L6 H1 Q9 \, V
How you tried to set them free, 5 ?4 P/ w0 o4 H! ^3 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 _- s( {0 a! p" q5 j- j2 u* nPerhaps they never will. |
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