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: o- D" W% Y( {) eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) k5 N. I V; G9 W+ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. |8 \& ~: O2 Y/ E9 \+ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 }. u5 [9 _: ^- v( x* S) b5 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ m' D% x; [7 g) zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 [$ r6 s: U# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
. i0 a3 b) h5 T* H* I1 sHow you tried to set them free,
1 h# |1 S8 r( W. K* gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! V+ z. p+ K8 [8 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* w) B! i- u! C4 c' I7 L9 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 [ n! z% p" g2 \3 C( t1 t" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 y* W; i% j9 x8 G5 A: f9 v& g7 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . r6 `2 X/ z5 @6 q7 w0 w9 w# z. a, ?
5 Z: l0 c* \4 N( Z U* nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 E9 O4 w4 E4 d7 P5 z) U( o9 W5 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 l1 h( `# |/ [* X! Z8 ]0 {# hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ k( C+ W6 J1 P0 x d3 b, vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 o! J2 d8 b* V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * B: a- p% ~% X
2 V& M, F/ K0 P6 q" \/ RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ?6 K. s& V% I J/ G: ~: S$ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) g- A4 H# T; y9 H. ~: o9 H) l( Y! [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 x v( O# T1 e B. C' }" tThe 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,
5 @& c- o" y% e/ dHow you suffered for you sanity,
. \5 w! f; w* S9 _: @: \1 hHow you tried to set them free, 6 F O4 k+ p- @& C" C0 H, x5 `2 ^3 }$ M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- N( y6 ]) Q1 DPerhaps they never will. |
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