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7 U9 d2 O* i% R V: r* m% nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 k4 Z+ h" i3 Q, B/ w! ]2 m) s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 J8 z9 Y& p# F( }# e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) g% J+ }1 o4 `: U% b& j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & w. g& D1 a$ t" j! k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 x' v3 P: `$ @/ B2 E: dHow you suffered for you sanity, + H7 O+ m' i5 i
How you tried to set them free, / |, B! k+ @/ Y# [; ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, q# W. k8 b# T8 t0 h/ j+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * D& o' E* R: Q& v% b. W) L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " {: L! P* O8 y* U4 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & x3 [8 {/ J8 J7 _
Weathered 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, " J& R1 [- k! e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 A: V. v0 _8 O& \5 ~& wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" f/ R, `+ n. H% B4 k0 I$ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, : m2 G! }% f- y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 f2 v! i; P+ @- G7 y- Z9 f( M1 t
6 q5 ^* j# S! e1 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' h2 B6 a/ G# v9 l+ I8 J9 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. h) O- K! ?$ l' RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R s; Y4 _4 W4 Z; J& s$ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ r+ G/ C7 C* }* D/ h( w
" [- `, f4 O2 B4 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " \# g& |$ Z: E3 o; b
How you suffered for you sanity,3 C7 I+ k2 z2 f! ]& M! y; P
How you tried to set them free,
; e) ?) V$ ^! L% d9 k+ U& D* oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 J3 P( U( U6 [1 {' l% w
Perhaps they never will. |
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