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% H d% f& @4 C9 G2 x! xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# A. J. H8 P. i) w, D2 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 b! e& D, T s% m o/ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 K: V6 ^+ ?- q; \$ @' o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 J) w% q4 o* D# Q5 }$ v. K% x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
t: L3 `* M0 k- M1 B. M* ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
B# U5 Q8 T& N; K8 t; o: }How you tried to set them free, 0 K* x7 I1 ~0 s0 t$ j% d2 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) T `4 U. _! a; M* C* G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Q' B+ v) S: I' s0 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 v9 Q2 x" a( H" X, ^; U, c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 y$ j9 _( L% {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & p' c" c0 \) r. |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 y' `7 y$ c# Y0 n8 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * } F I: i. b. ^+ A( q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 O8 m3 \. y* WBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; t* G3 {! ?: \/ x1 L3 L8 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 H8 J8 u. V* l6 v$ F' N
8 `$ E9 n! J0 l/ Z+ ~$ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q `4 g# i7 {9 q6 e ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I: M4 c9 _5 E8 z1 ~' pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' D- v2 v D; I ]: f: k7 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / n! \: U* b5 X
) J$ V% S N7 g* @8 w5 R; B5 F8 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . _- y& n4 U& W. T6 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?1 N' ^ m9 Q# [0 \0 ?! L: f+ oHow you tried to set them free, 1 a0 f+ H3 Z# z# e+ S1 x# w: P
They would not listen they're not listening still, : X& B1 G+ W' b3 n/ ~. Y' ^( N
Perhaps they never will. |
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