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+ f) b$ Q) L# y+ I: F$ } nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) w$ D J+ V6 m6 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - |3 r6 f! D6 [. U9 K1 I1 A1 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 D/ C6 G, _! @1 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / H2 J! T/ n! P* w+ G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# k9 [# c6 B5 a' t( }1 e( A
How you suffered for you sanity, $ o9 R+ E: J$ }9 @4 ]' q8 O
How you tried to set them free, * F$ F* W- X X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 f" u& O# _0 r4 N3 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 h7 |6 s; @) T+ z7 ]3 d% ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 j+ C: h! h- E; m2 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ^% H, V% K3 ~- h, \! x: W5 d9 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 `# n( u3 V0 w4 w- u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 `5 A* E* W2 V. k2 ~' h( uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; O4 e# {% [3 G/ z- u+ k% J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O; U3 F, E$ E8 ~6 i6 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 V; A% E" G; ^% d0 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 o! v; `( ~& _5 f) o- R3 G
, \# A2 j4 s) G9 g0 d. T: JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ~* t! j H1 i* w4 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! Z" R$ x; K. s" F3 X6 V# FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' A. b2 U7 r+ W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: x: ~) S) |# ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( f/ _/ V N) v1 Q6 q7 b4 FHow you suffered for you sanity,- F% Y [% P2 y) f$ G' k- r
How you tried to set them free, & _/ k/ R4 J9 ~3 S% ^0 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, : a$ Y; M0 R% h5 ]2 T/ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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