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3 i9 p2 r7 p: Z: R6 K2 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 F" a/ ~1 p! V9 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " G) Y ^9 F7 [# ] z0 e6 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 w/ Z; i: T* ?$ b' r" D; s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, w M9 k. [' }4 [9 h; i# P" SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- y! ~( Z2 D- BHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 e1 L4 ?& { n# l- yHow you tried to set them free,
. Y K9 w( S' d2 ?5 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# x& |( H) E$ k: p! Y( ?* pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 {3 T! d: Y9 [+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 y( t4 F+ r* L+ t, ?; Z, `: }7 |( AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ~0 s! @; a7 E$ S. DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # W4 ?5 k; {$ Y
6 m1 W. X9 G( x, G9 [6 u+ ^) @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( p5 k3 z7 y5 G MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Z/ K) U. r' R* a2 u; h+ i6 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 y$ d) @2 d( ^$ k, @" Q' J: K' K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& n2 s9 \* P$ o- Y$ \" MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. z k& o7 r n; hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! _$ A, I, n7 S: ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 f' ~8 q$ J5 x/ q$ {$ I' n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) F% V* Y5 L; X/ }" i: a0 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 P0 m# W7 _5 h
; x6 ]/ S) `: s5 v! R% t8 N, E7 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 y9 X$ S4 n; c: v. wHow you suffered for you sanity,
- `0 a" w5 G0 K! A0 m) E9 K# wHow you tried to set them free,
$ h' Q0 L7 U9 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! M& b* E3 Z2 b3 Y& u `
Perhaps they never will. |
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