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8 d. H; Q4 t, g- ?; q4 d: j/ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # e* `$ D3 }- W6 r8 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" v( F; A7 W% p8 w9 X, m# g$ ]! WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; \7 S) T7 q* r8 P- K4 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
{- V( d6 Z9 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, y: W. I6 i" _3 f# BHow you suffered for you sanity, % f5 ?3 B |- o# ?8 R
How you tried to set them free,
5 B* L1 ?) T7 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ] @% }" {( W' x" e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 a4 X( d7 H% d7 |6 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 a" ^; J+ _5 o* O/ [8 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / T H5 g. y0 D, I% q4 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 r/ T: p2 c' |2 e$ M' sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " P- Z9 }5 h" L$ {+ b! T, B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % l2 m9 [" Y; e# t2 L( E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# V) a+ q( I. Q! s6 m7 O+ U3 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 s W% q$ X( Y0 `, r+ GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : n- H8 s2 H& }2 J. |
% b3 E0 o5 i V3 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 |, W# H# q& b7 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 k J. r. t1 B. J$ ]! ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 X- B$ Q! g0 R' m8 E0 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 l, o, D8 i9 @$ | @ z" B. a
9 P+ e8 h; _5 D3 G, K9 G/ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 g( `% E% x D" B# A
How you suffered for you sanity,
& A" b. u# d: B# R& }How you tried to set them free, 8 ^, s- q) @( q( B4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 l3 W/ h( t oPerhaps they never will. |
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