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- i9 ?" `3 R* ~. U. y _" V! XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# A" H, Z4 l; A/ g3 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ?, F" e# Z( Q6 S5 d6 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& z# `# o; I3 F* S: C' I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . e: x3 H7 G# `' l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ` [7 s6 E# N8 ?2 ]How you suffered for you sanity, , V' v6 `# T8 r& ]( V, ]
How you tried to set them free, ' V7 ^0 `' ^9 c& a- }, t8 U% }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ?4 R, P. L' x f& D4 t: U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ^$ f' g& v4 E. A* _ k" ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; O: _4 Z( ]! {+ H5 L5 m9 p5 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r3 R- l# ]. n' z% l* I) K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * g. T* `* w' \8 L1 Z
' u4 R! A0 W4 l6 M/ ~8 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 p- `5 H. t% ^, `/ U% LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , f& v7 `3 N6 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ~* Z. W" P3 m9 }+ ]; ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 n6 D% v7 t3 X4 C( IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + v+ a2 u: P; S; I/ `$ T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 @" N4 B, H; e5 V) T* b' Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 T- p/ Z1 Z) e1 y9 A1 \0 G1 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 D% g6 E# H$ q- [* mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ V2 L" F* [; o
+ n; F0 P- X$ o, i2 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* j: A, _4 N+ e7 z! ~How you suffered for you sanity,1 r1 C5 o2 ^5 i* H+ J0 U
How you tried to set them free,
+ d# U$ r( h6 D+ i/ B* a& vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 N5 ?: ]$ `% E* x
Perhaps they never will. |
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