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0 ]& D6 Z7 _- q/ U8 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ L7 G3 K1 Y; R) c" ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Q* F" U/ t3 n% v( ?8 }3 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~3 O' V& g8 S+ y7 c$ ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* `3 I$ [+ W0 q) A, DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ]6 [+ Q; ]" R) m# Y
How you suffered for you sanity, . K7 J+ R7 Z2 V, ]6 K
How you tried to set them free,
; A9 [, a' @! p! oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 |" B8 n+ t M2 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - |, _4 ?. A: g2 L$ ^/ j0 z4 W; |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 {3 C+ a& O5 ] s+ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ X: H% g9 }$ `% z. [" {2 D; O+ ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # K! X( [" i, ~
2 G" P. h! q3 Q0 t9 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 p( g+ j% D2 `7 o6 V/ L/ G" ?$ x( CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 X4 y. ?) ^2 R2 R/ `, m9 V+ [$ S2 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 u; o" ?- }4 g% ?4 f1 r. I4 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& L* Y" G3 D) m% LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- _3 ~6 ~7 R7 m# u- V' v9 w# qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c1 _9 [% s9 R9 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - R! d s$ H( q( e2 K/ L/ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 }5 }4 v! b. _% V) t& x- p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! U4 w; t0 p) W7 s
$ s! a0 ~# ?6 ]+ b$ hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 j+ |0 i8 s3 h7 n
How you suffered for you sanity,+ l) Q( Q) G7 e. D% x6 b
How you tried to set them free,
, [ j* k( G2 `9 `$ k/ {! a; H8 B% lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 U! b2 @) R6 k0 h7 T A
Perhaps they never will. |
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