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/ u8 m( {! W$ T" y jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 u u0 l( u q# B t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) ~9 X! K# i1 b7 y& T; Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 \" l: {6 U: s) ?( fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( T0 h$ D* k8 W1 d; c u5 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* [4 p4 |1 f: N* Y4 l1 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ' v$ d: m) I, e* g2 U0 g) j- `
How you tried to set them free, ! F% V, T6 [1 l: v& L) ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! F! C) j j4 S F: s& kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# p8 ]7 q& J6 G, H- oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , u- c/ e1 @" ^7 W' J) [6 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P" V4 @5 v& o- V( a9 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Q# s: T: N+ X& C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 R% ?: Q- A, p2 `, x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# d5 |. Y, l# a% O! aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ?0 \6 Q) c. v$ K* ^! o; r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; c" o7 @" K! [$ A+ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 d: v2 J: Z* ~* T
+ Z" W" {/ M# xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * V, t( o5 A6 m* M4 C& O7 V4 I8 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) F: P$ C- k) }5 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( V2 U& }% H6 c' v) R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 K% s) X2 H1 |: R' |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # w5 o- s3 F8 G. i. A
How you suffered for you sanity,* w' z0 @) g% r" K( ~+ Y+ B( ]9 }
How you tried to set them free, / W5 ]% p8 Z6 R9 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 x( f e4 E$ y8 r, x) ?& e! PPerhaps they never will. |
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