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1 t. b# g# @) L0 s, b4 A: WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 @/ `1 q$ w9 q- s( e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% p2 k+ y7 U# V, C$ w7 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 q! h0 G7 s! f5 C2 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 T+ l& }( a5 o) SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( {- k& i3 y1 r1 R8 {* l* n
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ]9 ~' x* d5 z* y( V3 K# S4 [
How you tried to set them free,
4 B1 F" I' N- V. T) o) T8 b; C' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 i1 E& m; `5 O. W: {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: k H# T, G; g$ h* |: I1 C3 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B2 v8 ]: S) w P& a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" }) n) n# r6 d" i5 b' hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 ^+ j: @1 n+ `6 Z; ]/ i$ o1 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! l, ]$ m2 h. F9 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - \. u0 A+ a: }# z# h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 c4 o& N+ b( i7 q6 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 M6 P8 Z- @% }! j* k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }) p: f8 Q, ~' Y7 m. S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 s4 P1 ~2 j' G( w/ s4 H0 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t0 J8 \; U4 I1 [- |0 x
. n$ f9 B. l' a/ g3 d% cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! `' M3 M) E6 O, P
How you suffered for you sanity,6 q6 K, U6 L; m$ t3 L2 a* ?
How you tried to set them free, 8 s$ u4 _% k0 d* z1 R6 d7 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 v5 X0 h* J& v2 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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