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$ x3 A! w% G3 O" d5 S( PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ j) \0 T, d) i( C6 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / a7 J' N O, L1 z7 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 w0 a- \ Y( i0 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Q: Q) ~% {% F5 n8 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: d9 C3 W+ O. K7 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Z9 m5 G; D' VHow you tried to set them free,
/ K& ]! M* F2 s3 h8 L/ Z% aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' r' b/ l& e, O/ x3 ]5 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 @% \" L+ C/ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . n' W5 L' _. C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 n5 y$ {3 k- U% w& i* {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 {, Z% R2 y8 m2 Y
: Q' @& H) } mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) j" q5 G8 j% N6 x: ~0 \, i" g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: W7 K* A9 j0 k4 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 l" @/ w% \* B% ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 y+ }5 f' |: B6 W: T6 b5 j1 h, M" sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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B/ t0 @" D. G* w eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 X: H. I L& u& Q; |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W) u6 I5 {0 M+ |+ T4 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) r+ |6 T" i, a7 `( w4 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, k9 C( ~" m" rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . h8 |7 N: p# q" W. g$ Y' J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 M- m( `3 Q, Y4 x2 M9 V+ JHow you tried to set them free, 1 n0 P4 @8 {; r$ A' {2 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ?% d' x& ]4 O0 h- M% m, e
Perhaps they never will. |
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