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: k; g0 v" V f7 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, I3 O' D6 c8 M5 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 D4 i$ @0 ^, V t/ e4 [1 [! o% C5 i& {. [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! k, P6 Z! r) r" T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' j% _, }/ O1 U4 @4 A% A, k( ^; ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) f- `/ E/ q4 j* h8 |1 \3 y: m8 }How you suffered for you sanity, 4 K- j, t: L; t+ D7 e6 s9 ^
How you tried to set them free, % q" Y" d- ]2 X9 Y. O* h- B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?$ J5 E( `; {! D0 L% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. O8 \$ i1 e- |) D. k% fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q( R& E& t8 Z. t& n% G) i6 v4 i8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 q3 ?; K0 o% z. B$ ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ _4 p) ]$ l8 o; Z* n$ E3 @; ~5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . @8 d9 [- ?2 ^* H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 [& f) M: F: r% G6 I; N0 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 _* U) a6 ]3 \+ L( T; p) g7 b; ^But I could have told you, Vincent, % {4 J; l! G7 U" X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, C6 B0 D7 ~1 `+ Z' ~/ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, X" j! Y& M0 b* ]: u/ g' g3 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 J. ]& |! v8 ]* U) {' u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" l H, j8 T1 @$ T% B% ^& uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Y& F6 O9 ]9 G
1 j& ^5 L x9 q* m6 C! z2 m) yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K- ^- P2 G% WHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ]9 {# F6 ^ M: f: r! XHow you tried to set them free, 3 G. w( l1 ^" W% {3 Q3 O* C3 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, F5 f# i9 c* o. w: r4 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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