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, g, _- @0 y/ p Q, oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ m! w* X# d8 i! W% f# }+ d' t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 X; h# O. P! b" T; ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 D; a% o5 r: j# w6 e. ?9 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 b H7 w& d* X. HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 G0 { F# w" Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
! i2 H. ~3 Q2 i G7 dHow you tried to set them free,
! F, ^$ k. ]4 p; u. @& V! b/ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . b0 I% P& z8 O, T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 J* p6 m( ]( F; M9 O( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 j) Y" T9 x5 S; G0 i4 v' ~. ^) H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; }+ j: S) H2 m7 k0 Z7 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - z* ]4 C/ b `2 N( l: e1 k0 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " }4 h- S# ] b/ J7 u! H( u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ C" j8 _7 p3 u9 j; C3 y6 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 |. Y0 p. l! W" X( ~$ DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. R* A3 }0 k/ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ e2 b) G( V1 s7 a8 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Z) _2 j! d( v t! z( I8 Z( `, W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 F4 t" m! f4 _8 r* N2 qThe 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,
" t9 u( F4 b# W+ X. a1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,- G$ ?+ x% x5 ~! {" \
How you tried to set them free,
" a, f7 v: v8 L+ T/ D' _They would not listen they're not listening still, # l2 }: u6 L8 G/ V, T& @
Perhaps they never will. |
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