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, i* h8 M1 ~: e, {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * n7 Q2 g7 ^/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, {. L9 j x# \: `+ h" kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- w' O, P2 ~; \6 k: ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ]4 u/ _/ O: B( x1 [7 l% p2 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ u* a. e- [; X4 z; v
How you suffered for you sanity, ) x$ M$ S5 `. Q6 [5 \
How you tried to set them free, ( @+ V! E0 |4 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 w, _. ]% q: b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; K3 R7 O9 r5 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . z! a& \7 i; t9 x/ U& H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 }4 R1 c! j5 g) q, Y0 g6 ?( v& fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 G% X. m2 ?" _1 K% U# z. c3 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, G1 V. D! y+ x4 ]' h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & s5 t) y1 Q6 d6 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; K/ B/ U. o9 v9 ]* h* Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Q! C! K) b5 V* ]4 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: [9 d# Q8 q" v9 }% n+ a6 q dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , q% [7 P' a# B) g3 m3 U( K$ Q2 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. d% E: p/ x+ k) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - y C! z' i5 K$ o2 H W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 A! T* `9 o. n& J- H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( }: P8 l2 u) @! RHow you suffered for you sanity,
" E n. X1 X' I7 a( t& pHow you tried to set them free,
& B/ B. [" j) b+ iThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( B" x* F# P/ E4 o- f" s" D0 F. N- e8 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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