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3 o/ U" V6 U/ }* O0 a/ w2 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 \4 U2 v- P$ g) R$ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! A$ j, w- Z1 P8 e9 Y) f5 k: a2 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) n$ i2 t T; d' ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# c/ n+ f- K! y5 M+ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: T2 ^( b: f! B o) A
How you suffered for you sanity, : |* N- r( e# ?* ~
How you tried to set them free,
7 F- T' Q z3 y* ?! [! k* K- R1 \( ]% RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' n/ B. G* l; Q! A5 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ T1 B/ z) i- \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! A. Y7 W% \3 \) R. s. F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / X5 Y2 i/ {4 T% {+ g% C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* t3 u0 s) Z0 n, i( VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: z1 r* S5 G, \: Y$ qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* I+ r& E# h) J8 h, pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X# p; }9 I+ J7 Z# |' U; e' CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) Q& i R9 B6 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( l) [0 o: U. `/ a% ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ U$ v6 \" g7 h. u% ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" K% V# i5 S+ P* HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( k% f8 W3 K8 ^/ W7 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 u% V4 [6 i( R! f. t/ e. ]7 ^/ {
7 T1 F3 c/ p, r- I* w' ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
F4 r5 d& R; y& B" O3 W/ f* uHow you suffered for you sanity,
, G- K* ?) q @5 @6 h; u' RHow you tried to set them free, 5 F; R! Z, z6 g& U1 ?+ @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 `) l" Y8 K! g& \
Perhaps they never will. |
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