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C: m* m3 {4 \+ l$ ?6 Y2 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ?! z7 G. Y5 p0 l" |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : _$ M! F. D4 F' c0 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' I, g, u6 R1 p1 } X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 T" Z& ?, p1 Q/ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( O# e" |( @( d
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 p5 w# h! w" R$ d& J( B4 LHow you tried to set them free,
9 G0 |7 R0 i* J% v, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # B9 Y$ l* R: A. { c; H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) R) m# g+ b5 N; mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % t( X4 c, ^ W1 ^5 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 W L W7 K( }1 Z) U D& sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ^' X2 g5 ? _0 m, w' ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; J1 `! c; |' ~5 j- U1 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ S9 d+ W: ]) WBut I could have told you, Vincent, + s# G+ }8 Z( T$ [5 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) U8 s ~5 b# CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W l/ A# n2 q+ d" a+ s4 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" U1 f' L2 _, U0 C: q6 X# {" Q6 o5 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . @- A2 [2 g9 j( |( [3 R
; O; D8 g6 E5 A+ o- c+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% u/ N& i9 V3 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 g6 H. a+ H5 P1 T' K* v# KHow you tried to set them free,
- m5 b; P+ t6 w- lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 B( H6 d! }7 N: S1 WPerhaps they never will. |
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