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9 g: V0 |% d. q8 S6 F! m( zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! q6 a$ O, v, m, k4 U0 j1 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . C" W. V, J. b9 |8 a8 f' M' `" a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- v Y, r; r: H+ S" Y1 o+ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / o' U' a- E7 u5 ?' t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ j! }. `% u/ d- I9 K/ c5 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
$ R i+ t, J3 }, q- {$ l' xHow you tried to set them free, ' t) A0 ?& ^$ J w& c6 l4 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . X& l) ]% z- t4 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 _) t: t% h7 G6 Z5 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: R6 T: A+ t9 m2 y: J8 V ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " N6 ]8 d/ A9 a1 U2 C9 r5 P/ s. c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {% L3 p$ T' m2 J' w. a1 l8 L) P+ T
; S y: i$ [' Q/ @9 [/ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& S: f3 Q! e' I7 a3 y$ S! f9 L oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 }2 E: ^6 C( C: N# O7 l$ U$ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 }9 R8 E* A; |! oBut I could have told you, Vincent, + `2 @( [& c# z; G1 z, u( r3 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 _" ]* _ F" n( r* J, P( p2 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 n# ]& t0 A% A" s: L6 W# O* `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . l7 n0 v6 l! ?3 G# B2 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z- l6 @( C' }9 p) u( s2 E1 B' cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 U0 Y+ p [5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,) s. T: X; a: N( E& S; b3 N0 B1 H
How you tried to set them free, * D) U) C" N5 [& y' v! n* e: c9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, + k4 z# C2 d* g8 t4 k( N
Perhaps they never will. |
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