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) ^ w9 {! x: I# BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 g- m( W Z# T. \% I: C$ u" b5 W% \$ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 K; I1 x/ ?4 x# ~5 T" G6 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 N' m+ {3 @6 V' B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 F/ j3 \& i0 B, l+ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 V+ h( h2 @9 A4 `5 u
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 Z9 } T+ v" C) O0 J+ C
How you tried to set them free, / V- @ p1 |0 K& I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! t6 {+ N% k% `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 N3 T! G% Y. O+ |7 i" f, jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 S6 W; h: _# q% a3 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N, q9 I4 W7 c7 y5 g/ }& r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & N1 D5 }. ?( }8 ]+ [ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) q d& X* x' i" W. x4 x1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . b H' d/ H0 V9 c, U3 c" }- H
But I could have told you, Vincent, + h% w6 X) u. n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 N2 L$ Z9 B+ }+ }1 [
& ^( f) R1 D0 r! C0 C7 P" sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % q4 x6 ?" c. i x3 j$ [3 L* V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - s# t5 Z- M% V! k8 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' G7 z9 i9 i, G8 n$ W7 y' D$ g8 B. ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; j# \* b! U2 j1 \& u
' Q3 T4 o6 D: H" p& T) ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- N$ [! w: e. Y0 H0 h* XHow you suffered for you sanity,* k u0 w3 U0 s: f
How you tried to set them free,
( m1 X' ?( @% U7 C" `/ wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 F4 A) s6 |9 X, E; L7 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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