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, n! A+ p% M. \: [; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . q* `0 K: y; q- Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; k# w2 Y; F& C* Z6 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 K v" Z2 `/ I6 c8 e3 C) N6 ]* |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ]. p A# `& i+ Y' `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 A( d1 K) r9 C. { gHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 Z: u9 e. E2 m9 q3 v
How you tried to set them free,
/ m2 x3 d7 x2 e- e: {# r# c7 W+ A: ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ @( o# g/ f. DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' n* X3 S& V& M- L% S/ ]) l0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ q! Q5 M, T3 U3 a9 m3 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 t0 _% A% |8 B) b0 I; zWeathered 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, " w' x& a- V! v: k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 x/ E/ O, ~ L% w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w7 L; G* L, ]( nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 e% q8 w' x4 D, c& H5 X0 v \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) j* O$ I, K. ]; j. g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 O& Y. }2 }# T- H1 [5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . r1 r) D4 K2 k8 K; N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * [% M7 ?% f: P& t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 o/ L. e/ ~( Q. n5 v; Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 d' m- @- M u& z- h' I* E
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 L5 g# \. L+ d& zHow you tried to set them free,
. X1 j" e: X& v+ R8 |2 _They would not listen they're not listening still, $ J$ p' t9 u+ G( Z/ r$ {( T2 D2 Q( O
Perhaps they never will. |
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