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6 C) Y3 K( A6 ^( d- HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& w3 r/ P/ G% n# t# ^9 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ k- | c* h J* ?1 R' a" jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 H) @6 j" c: D0 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; G8 n9 e; Z) y# i8 v4 l$ w- u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
o' B/ I* Q& N0 a! OHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 c6 ] ]/ o8 Q0 f8 ^6 x' Y+ ]' q
How you tried to set them free,
8 z7 i1 c. ~' w; B/ n' g! ^- rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& H- K1 X3 l/ T9 p( ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " r/ N# I6 X) y9 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 G( {: |4 z! b; _8 S6 q [1 H- q+ z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 m: s+ f0 z c- F0 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% r. ?1 \' i2 I4 o' c# Y6 M& j* `6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) r9 ]9 T. j1 [6 }+ J9 L3 o% h8 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" a) _, p# [3 k% s# xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. f. i0 |- ?- E4 F6 o" s, |9 {- ?( SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. w! ~ W! ~9 f+ D( V% h5 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # b# `( o* _; q
% a3 S* P3 m5 N' O @' V6 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 x) q5 O) V8 D2 u1 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% I. U! t) `, e4 J4 P1 W! ?8 p/ g9 y% nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 f' N& y3 i( ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ s0 N. B7 p8 z: {( E' q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ i% d1 I7 \) z0 f* ~" f
How you suffered for you sanity,* W9 P# a) t; D% o! @
How you tried to set them free,
# Q5 G' x) {4 t' B8 H- K4 z# QThey would not listen they're not listening still, & F7 e9 X, y8 _; n1 R# P
Perhaps they never will. |
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