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! e) H' x- Y# W! F" g& q( TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 v$ v9 n% m; h# s, Z. A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 k6 w, E& Q& Z; L$ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* u0 W4 o4 x! E( }: h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ V# Q5 |& U6 K9 @0 o) dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" C0 l' _8 S7 Z) K6 @0 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
- z; O( X, ~/ V! h8 F5 b' aHow you tried to set them free, * U& R# R5 K, |2 g& x0 @0 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 w( L f6 v0 d8 J% P0 y/ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) W' J& C) K% I8 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 h% }; n% N# x) K6 K: C" w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 p- g7 P- I2 t# m: uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, H' n: w6 I) yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . E( a' V0 {! F5 h7 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " F+ E4 D) i$ L& o0 \3 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ T6 ^9 k( d, _+ |But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q$ Z% V8 o3 I) F9 T% D" WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 c& e8 b& e3 M1 [1 M, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # }3 u. o8 P2 N* o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . u7 |8 }# T6 _# C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # H3 P( Z( t; h- a6 U, T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; D6 M! Y( [; ^5 [
( B i# B: N" a* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 P& @. F+ d! ?# W7 f% JHow you suffered for you sanity,
* i+ Q$ P! ?7 Z- j* c, c+ xHow you tried to set them free,
1 a& g! _4 V N5 {" T4 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, / ^. _6 s: ~ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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