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/ g* W! `* Q) J. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : ?/ q6 J x/ S, X- R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Y& t: X. v6 a- f8 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% h: M! c5 Q" o9 E' h" v1 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( M+ o/ W/ h. r8 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ a# c! |: |8 P# Y* n* K0 S
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ?/ H! g# K; x3 C! s' l
How you tried to set them free, 4 o. J- e7 n* L C# @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 p( j- p, Y" e% p4 U. t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% E, N* ?9 o( o2 V3 f' A: R* _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; j0 M- d& _/ m2 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ~7 {6 W" b) q7 Y( K8 E, j4 |/ n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + c4 o. M8 a) N) u& K
+ ?( V) T- \( r' [5 a- NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 V0 p; r) R d7 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - r5 M& [# R1 q, j6 _4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' g, }" B, d6 O5 t6 P5 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. s: Z& z5 n; {3 O5 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ~; n7 j6 d) G# q- N. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
o$ y" t, t& a) [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : Q4 t% E3 u0 j9 F' a+ F q6 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, M5 i8 c- A# s8 I( d- {6 V! ?& e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 J# R2 X' q" N9 |
How you suffered for you sanity,; v' j) I4 s7 f5 S% i7 r
How you tried to set them free, 5 b. e' Z' I" H, j6 i1 l5 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 {: a# a8 o) g/ N* gPerhaps they never will. |
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