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0 Q3 [. _& X3 O8 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 Z8 A* F) ]! e! H1 N" K7 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 _& \" b+ B8 Y; u: B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ Z1 Y( G7 e' U, aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 k0 R# I" k/ X% sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( `( L W) K) {$ D }2 a( iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- f8 h0 V1 q+ _# o3 `" H- rHow you tried to set them free,
. y9 R/ n) `4 O, @. ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 [; y6 x, C1 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . j$ B3 m# o S- s2 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& n4 @1 ]4 T* s- |% A" f( qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
u4 w6 o9 V2 B4 }4 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* c0 j5 x4 e& e* [* yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ B v0 H: B1 J* G" n, r! W" L5 P2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% P1 C! ?7 N. `( S! \You took your life as lovers ofter do, . m, \# q8 t& a) P
But I could have told you, Vincent, e c$ r1 W( C5 W) V- J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; R* k$ U$ K6 J* z& l
1 i, _2 g$ g2 w9 Y0 z9 h6 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # p9 q* l$ K' u0 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 g+ n5 [- c% K) b) o8 n; PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( p7 J: z7 V- C/ j5 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . v* |7 [) a; ]( S
* S# v" N- M9 K# b, ?: X# m7 Z) SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. e1 j/ E, @: k- W# T8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,6 a0 s& h5 d D. T y Z4 M
How you tried to set them free,
3 ^1 w, y) f5 O; T u8 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ I. h y, {. U, s0 w F- W5 JPerhaps they never will. |
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