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+ i* h+ b' b% h7 [3 k0 E$ t2 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. S' Q" { G4 j( K# `6 H! _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' [* \9 e" W9 b1 |" m" y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 b; Z8 u* J1 L, f0 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . d3 w' _4 }. a' F: L0 x' b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' i% ?& a3 m3 N. A4 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 `# e, a @. d0 h. J6 q8 pHow you tried to set them free, 5 v5 X9 C' D: l F8 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V" l( F9 U/ T/ D. _# {% J. u' jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % W+ B+ W) R. h) a/ Y7 i S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 Z- H: Y# V3 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* M) M+ o, G, e( I+ m2 u* V+ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * S8 j. ~7 ~+ O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + U9 Y* p {, E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 \6 C" z3 A6 _5 J/ w% J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ~( ^0 i: r) x( u& a+ {But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 I6 y0 H' F t) uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) h9 y7 ~7 A( C% E6 X: V3 ?$ `0 j8 @
9 Q) q( Y% @( u' QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 i% f; M& ?: K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' X% F( W! z, i7 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - @0 f8 {$ [! q' |5 ^1 B
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,
* T, |5 l8 u( HHow you suffered for you sanity,6 x! N, t/ [/ A9 e7 W6 F" V3 D
How you tried to set them free,
% H" f: u% F' w3 `3 ]3 w) BThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ t l9 \ D1 ]" p7 ] l1 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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