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9 j' x! d5 m I8 P+ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 M1 a5 h8 }- J7 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * K2 l' i! B5 e4 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y/ R# r0 V* ~5 J C) d& }/ lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ^7 T3 L/ V1 y; O; P/ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# u+ G) @$ ?/ N
How you suffered for you sanity, / h6 V& l4 d. W7 ~8 W5 o$ Y
How you tried to set them free, 3 k+ a5 J9 a2 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" z' U8 F9 }4 j/ J) e }. @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! P' m0 o$ ]4 p8 S: g. t' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , A4 A1 O" X& T! Z6 o: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _+ t/ Z0 X0 T, c5 q. s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 N) Q: [" ^/ O* U5 G) Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Y( w2 t* E7 ?7 f& J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % I6 ~) X! |; m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 X3 r* ?" v" CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 l' W, Q0 @7 v( [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Q0 r) _! P6 }( y" |
2 ^2 f( k) G% \9 O5 A; L* ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; @: y* ]& Q+ Q8 _6 u6 x+ P% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; N. T1 B! Y) w5 B8 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& d7 T% S. Q, w% ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* u9 U: O9 y, j1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
* _/ ?% h" @, X8 j* B! Y; @6 YHow you tried to set them free, , X8 t I; P7 D: P$ y8 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, + `' u; f4 e* ?3 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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