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- Q, x1 e/ @6 S) f( P) K" jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: m* v' M5 p( Y8 e$ ~7 g8 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' `3 a* ]! G o; U! ~- b2 T$ x; \3 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 m9 _) ~6 `0 k) E) _ OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 c7 U9 z5 W0 i% H0 d5 s8 a* |- xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, I( i) j* m7 `- q: hHow you suffered for you sanity, " i9 @6 ] p5 p9 H/ t
How you tried to set them free, 6 U; V* d! U* a6 h4 G! V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 N; x! C1 O4 e# c; x/ x2 D# iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 y7 [* A. ~9 H. l0 o/ s* A2 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- T7 K: e! O2 r3 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / b- g$ g9 ]3 ^! ^- F" V6 |
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, - }$ m% W% O2 l( {8 {, I) E Y2 Q) z( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 O: ^' {9 Z( j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 |/ y% V; Q3 J# g" M, t: yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, J4 W- k1 u, rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 r- B9 ?( X/ \1 g+ `5 f+ H6 E
* {* C9 G* A: H, D GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ O$ |6 q# g. y: A1 _+ P8 w) NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* I, I9 c( p; `' z2 I* n- P k/ p0 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' n+ p' i8 e8 | r& n+ ]7 e
The 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, , a$ s5 H7 J5 r: {5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,8 L, V' s3 B% f+ ^# H! E0 ?
How you tried to set them free,
+ e! M6 f/ F8 g$ X, GThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) \- o- j# r# t9 N, `
Perhaps they never will. |
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