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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 U# b' _1 Z/ D2 T# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! z7 k# P) }! a( I9 x; D$ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( l( e6 S5 t' B0 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 R; k7 d7 t- C8 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" u3 ?3 l4 O; WHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 {( O, H4 d+ Y) r$ [5 Z& j
How you tried to set them free,
4 W0 B& m d+ C$ K; q9 t% l8 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
j5 x, h7 w; V. }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * N( y7 j' ~+ c! j6 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ F3 y- P- W. V4 p# d5 Y5 c" t, |5 Y, tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& P1 N6 u7 T) G( U) J! y7 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 j, W7 ~; n% \3 A4 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( q: s7 M8 r3 L/ ^0 n4 {0 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 h7 A3 T( s" r: nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; a- Y! s. e" S+ y/ G* y/ @! jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) S% @5 @ W# r1 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. o) ^2 R6 ?- f7 u4 F K/ _. a1 g( ?/ ~
( D, G2 v' ?- A& d; ?. _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % u1 c) v) o: |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; G! N, b: R- A0 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * U8 `9 P- \7 W. D- c" \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # G# i4 t4 y5 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 c0 K9 ^- S/ n: {0 u( I/ ~; [1 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ X% j2 A& Y" `$ N+ \2 y* F% [How you tried to set them free, " t2 [( e _* l0 {2 U5 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( R v7 K; ^! n' |
Perhaps they never will. |
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