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0 k" [2 y2 m, u5 f4 S* FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& s" n+ J" V! |% T7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 u, O9 Y& B' I9 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 v# S' H3 G3 o9 R9 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - D4 Q0 j6 L9 N: u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# W8 u5 _' R5 A8 F
How you suffered for you sanity, ; A8 \$ T: C' i
How you tried to set them free, 7 o; O+ X4 H, j% u0 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. A3 b' a( [- P+ u' l0 ]+ W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( O- q: K. s1 x3 }: J W% x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]4 T9 z/ U0 c) B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; `- L0 v" B; o4 v2 D' lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% {2 }0 W8 N7 }/ Q; P2 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! d9 |2 j/ U5 \9 K1 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ L1 H; X# Q+ i: b! gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 w8 m- R/ F3 Q, I' z2 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) X# D( {. u0 J6 p3 s5 l8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( {8 a6 Z- @3 E4 r, J# r/ W# n
. d4 }5 P1 U% h% V0 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ]1 M8 C, w e4 Y4 j' j8 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 o: _/ Z3 c2 }* u& d) J$ I) ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T, {# R& ~; ?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, 9 G; w; ^+ S R5 b; ?
How you suffered for you sanity,: b' d P3 s5 j
How you tried to set them free, # E' [) @/ ~9 o4 ?* k. J5 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ h' _8 l# e) [1 I% V# R* i) xPerhaps they never will. |
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