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- t: f4 q; H$ \ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) m. F5 g2 o" }% l+ C2 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " d/ S: S) f7 w* u# U j0 y& w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( F7 S, B& @* [- f3 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B9 L) I4 P, b) R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 z1 [" \9 @" J
How you suffered for you sanity, $ c9 C9 I4 R' o# ]
How you tried to set them free, 5 [8 }0 ~# x1 M7 [# ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + L' j5 |6 {9 P# c F# s6 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ^; u; n: t! Y* b$ B9 ?6 n' KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ j- H- t0 R& x5 g7 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% B% N- r5 ?" F" n; l4 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) H7 ?. o# A- [5 r+ ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : s# d0 T9 L0 B) U0 B5 X7 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 q, l c% N' Z% y1 y0 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( u/ [( r* l9 [9 w! Z5 I0 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 c6 \8 w: A8 z8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / U! @' D0 J% f& }4 p2 A
$ f5 U. P- p6 W7 Y; g, T7 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 \5 S7 D% ]1 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ u5 u# @" ]4 z8 v3 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " r1 {! t/ ^% k# x2 Q( M( m
The 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,
! V( v. N/ n" K+ A8 ?7 v; {How you suffered for you sanity,; D1 r2 n# J! G6 Y$ v( B/ H( e2 }
How you tried to set them free, 9 u! V( `/ d5 z# ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, # I% G* }$ q9 R/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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