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* p2 A* A0 a+ K: Y9 M( kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( C8 k/ b* X; Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ?4 \$ e& W _3 P( K, J" o. fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F6 f8 U' U) V/ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! V: M+ \* S, c4 g4 Z+ h V" `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! Q K. g' j3 I2 Q+ q9 N# U; E# M7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 L, _$ z! j! o' f3 RHow you tried to set them free, . ~; t1 c3 B; I ?# y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 T: N2 y; X1 ?6 o5 N% ~) dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?1 X: P% ]! W9 z/ u8 T7 K. _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. `# Z" A% s9 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & n, ?+ j6 w3 N4 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + e& `$ @' ]* r+ a! o3 J O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 z, L" A- g; K( ]# U2 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q+ c2 \* F, X5 g9 z9 x) [1 n7 ~6 E+ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% C% x0 K/ A! b9 m9 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 I/ E: Y& L T9 E2 ]" a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ~, K" ^! X) B0 C3 b/ u
% t3 A7 G; \& D2 Y% z( {) Z6 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . S# n/ f1 }. u" ?/ F$ w0 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' E: ]1 T! ?9 F# D/ n y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' b% N( }1 W9 S8 A; b' o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " a: \- Q2 d- y
' z% @/ g9 t1 [; V$ F$ @: g, Y2 z! QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 O0 X3 L* H6 T! Q! JHow you suffered for you sanity,5 p! ]+ @/ j8 ?+ z4 Q( Z
How you tried to set them free,
. B# F- N9 {; j# `) WThey would not listen they're not listening still, , v" s9 Y' E4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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