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$ ^2 S! j" H4 k7 u3 n GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ~% ]4 \$ X' H& e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * {5 G4 i4 n N9 b+ c+ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! s! z/ q9 N1 w2 j9 z% aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( a% d& j7 F2 h$ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 n& v2 s- n) p* }; Y, J% p* zHow you suffered for you sanity, / z- n4 z# m+ _/ N$ ]& y
How you tried to set them free, - Y- w6 y2 f0 ]5 i9 Z: N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d' d$ p* X1 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + b# A& n" m! t7 s1 m x5 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 W! z- U2 a/ N# h8 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# F. N& I$ F" TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 |' e/ X6 z K% A7 B4 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 O8 @# Y8 P" ^! T3 o0 \; p5 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . L, b5 z7 Y' d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 ]$ ^' w# [( @1 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, & W/ _- c/ ? _2 s: Q) h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, Y/ m/ {* o4 U9 z* D3 Q6 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" {$ e8 r+ c4 d" B! ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Q# N2 V& F; @" f5 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " o7 K4 }# m! Q* R: a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 \) j. _% D, m9 B; y. u
, t' W# p: x) G4 \. UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, u$ e" A: T o. ~1 z" E6 h i" FHow you suffered for you sanity,; O2 g0 q: R5 l8 P% `
How you tried to set them free,
( Z1 w G- n9 v2 t6 @They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 Q$ O- y/ k+ k5 B3 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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