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6 h1 I$ j3 e+ f- r# G' tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / W, k! w3 ~7 k& a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - y0 F" l- X- s. ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ~" o. N8 @! |7 D% ]: V$ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; `6 l% q8 |$ j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, M, C+ o0 G4 C, Y& `6 `
How you suffered for you sanity, : }, D# U1 e; y6 ^
How you tried to set them free,
; ?* J& L r5 P# t, WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & F* j7 \. \4 E8 U: Q) b& h1 {% t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- s* z( M7 h- t% \4 o2 f. PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 C2 l: W& K$ \6 M4 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 H% M H/ I& |9 P& q7 {8 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 U1 _% J! F7 E! s* n6 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 T6 i& a i" r6 i C& l; eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 H2 ^0 a h- ]% iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ W' M' I- U# LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 R: u- |9 v; a4 d. m, x5 O: h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# c; s) _! k2 h+ J3 `* DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% S7 v7 g2 d. M2 T. S+ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# }) x) ~+ v# U& O# ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Y% ~) _$ d6 k i h
6 }1 b4 R$ l" `9 i! v$ h2 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! [( X# y/ S; F) O# p+ R* @
How you suffered for you sanity,! T3 n' j) ?% X: `- d c
How you tried to set them free, $ L, a3 I! }4 ^% Q Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" F6 Y8 i) d. X: l: v9 \; uPerhaps they never will. |
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