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4 h: E8 D3 h9 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 O2 ^+ r$ q2 O) T4 Y' g; ?; \# |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
_, L* u( i& _- K6 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; J3 ^9 @5 s; Q, o" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + w4 O/ t/ c: S/ Z% |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 l0 z, A" w( C; o
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ]/ U" y, y$ R; R
How you tried to set them free,
$ w2 K0 P# |% N) u1 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 n; G' D0 C$ E; V ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- u$ G3 [# u- N* TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " B' a! f* S8 y- i5 R! G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 n. s: r, r$ b: P9 l1 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / p0 t$ | V) }8 _" d8 M$ H
1 s5 t, f3 `5 {& j* TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & S' h3 }: H! ]5 D8 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' _ z/ c4 ?+ N- ?/ o) o8 F% a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & w7 w4 n1 g! ~, H# k0 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) P: I3 i6 Q# HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' l+ n* a) [# x2 W6 K6 ~
+ A# w' `+ ]' B2 `& n) PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " b1 H- `( O( E/ D6 K# n& r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 j1 r8 C0 N4 G2 j9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % @+ ?/ W( X5 O6 p- 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,
! L6 x! v/ a* g9 @How you suffered for you sanity,
( L) y1 |6 i, q: _! U4 dHow you tried to set them free,
$ b a7 K* @4 i0 h# kThey would not listen they're not listening still, # {% O: \2 W* ?0 v! a% G2 e9 Q$ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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