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+ j6 }5 h) H k8 g, a4 L) d3 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U) ?9 p0 E( M/ q2 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: c2 P( a* e$ D+ z3 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& E7 u! L& }( G/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( _; Y0 L- r; @; u2 R2 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& a3 h- p, h/ k! {: I
How you suffered for you sanity, $ D7 @: I# t& J- _/ v) v
How you tried to set them free,
( C: x7 Y) @# g& J4 K b) I& GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - P* ^" z1 i5 X/ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 m. V/ E8 w' i& J! B: K$ l. ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ {% s' j3 N9 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 y( I& l8 D5 G+ z+ G% C- N8 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# W, i& |' G# u% k" \/ x/ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 h% [/ b) g0 b& x. `7 u0 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ y5 V8 g% c7 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: J4 p* b; T! h ?# @1 l! d$ U) N, Y* aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" I7 a" T. d+ H! o2 X3 s% G' ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 e1 ?& G' a* C( r) _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; Z6 Y1 p1 C' Y, [1 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" a$ R: R4 w1 U" s' D* H3 x/ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ^9 {3 a0 }- @+ S0 u$ U! RThe 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,
" f" ~4 R) ^3 V! A d3 C0 IHow you suffered for you sanity, p- T2 Q! W7 @: t& @ q
How you tried to set them free,
# I) z. s# P) w& \ bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 R; V5 t0 k$ G+ R- g7 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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