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7 O M; Z6 ~4 V% i v' TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 p: ~9 k8 C1 O' K8 A5 L4 B) r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 _+ m8 A$ R* H s1 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 v( i! S, v3 c) H$ I1 k) V' hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; p$ I) J/ Z6 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 `( c# F/ B" R! x: T( JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 n; X8 z, I4 T" A% `# RHow you tried to set them free, 8 w5 q2 {% w& ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( B {3 M! K0 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 L3 p9 h& {6 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) R7 a0 u3 C8 ?' o u) e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 c( k( W, G/ @( XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * q* n7 ^. S7 p! d
8 {" W5 A4 w$ M% |6 j; ], s5 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 u& |1 X' \, ]$ U4 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " Q; h/ S. l' i P+ c' ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v/ v4 Y- j7 d0 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, / |7 i& I2 C/ Y3 Q: M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 d8 {# D) |3 w" T# n! x7 P
/ d" s- P$ r2 Z2 w+ ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # {# E; B1 g% I) I G6 x/ K! l2 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Q% b9 H# v: } V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 n* g$ T7 `6 m. x5 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 _" \) G( w8 @9 V4 Q6 ?% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ A3 `+ i7 @: z$ `8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,4 t* O( v5 z' |: \
How you tried to set them free, , g& i7 V6 m! A" D, V$ C* b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 I0 m6 C. L; z* }* bPerhaps they never will. |
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