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7 x( z* T3 D( ?1 h4 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) H. N, O: ]; |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 V3 g" [& g5 N( N& yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ], p* C5 n, w- j @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O3 o0 }# f# I/ r* h1 L" u$ ^/ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, V$ w! j8 n$ r' n! [How you suffered for you sanity, 6 ]6 W' d) \2 r7 I) }
How you tried to set them free,
/ C5 a7 c/ V9 L3 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) W9 P9 d/ D3 L K' R$ F5 L2 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ n5 W' w3 ^: |. R t) }6 x/ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ o% E& k8 `7 S+ a7 J8 a& {( bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; S- b* p2 E1 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 h( \9 ~8 J8 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 @% S9 t1 _! l7 j, h% C, u! jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ]" ?4 A+ I2 l- x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( T9 o& I/ x5 }$ e6 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" q* F2 G4 R y, e& nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q" n8 w5 X9 U9 E' m# y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ w- F, |6 _) {, {, W3 y- XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + w- X7 \) R8 d+ u% f! O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ H; e$ |$ E' }$ d. AHow you suffered for you sanity,5 f- n1 A( m( l2 G" B
How you tried to set them free,
) M. a o$ Q4 j4 B. QThey would not listen they're not listening still, - m5 H3 q+ o/ M4 v! V3 S5 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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