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& P; d, U3 A, p! i4 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 C0 N8 b& o. h. Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * @. Y4 q8 a" r4 X9 F# D' P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 O) ?" ], n/ n( D1 |4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Y- b% Z! l' c& B3 i$ Q; Q/ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Y0 i, y$ }+ @7 m9 j0 M: QHow you suffered for you sanity, : U6 |" |0 A u+ [1 V" N) g% E, _
How you tried to set them free,
) u+ r3 }, _2 C0 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v1 h" \) q9 q) w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / h) Y: c4 a: ~1 g& |6 B; J, a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& u; x8 W; l) i. A, y+ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & f% R0 Q6 t7 [8 a2 U1 ~( B. y( V' ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 t1 u1 p% ~4 G4 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . g. I M6 A+ k% W% C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 A) {0 l' \( J7 K h2 Q$ _+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! u7 z) u9 }4 P; ~3 d# _! |/ tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, d- {8 v5 t3 P' N1 E) B4 W8 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( U4 `& f0 K- }
& `9 _, k* R' L4 Q+ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' B: y: Y7 W% z9 o# k; @3 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 Q/ v4 z5 ^& D. O- d$ {9 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ~+ Y$ m, S' O* EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 R% r* `. w* ?4 X6 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 J6 M7 `2 e( l" q
How you suffered for you sanity,3 S+ q: Z1 Q7 y P$ @: E1 L
How you tried to set them free,
T9 s- [( B: l1 c& HThey would not listen they're not listening still, + v8 i( u5 l; B: c0 e4 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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