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4 f* s, ~4 ~( {. BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
H' m* ^7 d9 j1 y/ \7 t. JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `* F6 s: f: [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ^6 X, J2 p7 t: z- ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 v. l8 t( z8 j8 Q DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" R I* N- b! S: w7 I4 [# ~, vHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 V- v0 J a# c8 ~. `How you tried to set them free, 7 n M+ k$ \" Z# S4 v% ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . S& f9 @$ s! l$ ?/ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% |" I! O# D& q; F: n+ |- fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % c- i! L' _$ b! k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 g: m' i3 y. X- m6 o# j! QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& D3 }7 P6 |' cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . c7 @! W2 K2 ?3 \: H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ?! v/ E) C" R7 a" R: {2 W! fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% J/ N @! H2 O* t$ XBut I could have told you, Vincent, % T! C# G1 @2 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " I* Y* b4 O- r! j' K8 r& V, `
* u/ D0 o% x% p8 i0 M9 w# UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' }" B: ^/ X) L8 e; h; z3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. w) H( C9 Z9 g) }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; G& [3 t4 `: p" q7 T- X8 V& d3 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Z" h5 [$ Z6 S! x0 M- s6 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* W$ c9 {6 r* C# i# b3 N) }7 j8 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
! P3 J% `3 i3 P' f7 i1 B$ vHow you tried to set them free,
, v& k n- T& v$ }7 \" J! r( NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) L! c- M0 k% p3 u7 L6 u1 bPerhaps they never will. |
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