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2 ~; E" [+ p2 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: d9 ^/ a9 g% P* ^) T( N- kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ]1 l4 k+ S2 q- [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 N' n& Q# L- v' } U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 o) _& F! h" A4 x4 B5 z- a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* K# I+ g- r3 U9 E6 @5 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ F6 b" }1 G9 l+ c$ n& Y2 FHow you tried to set them free, $ Y8 G, f! Z4 G0 R7 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ M+ ?. _) q' G' T) lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ \3 N9 _( o m' P$ F7 U) g# s/ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' H/ g2 m7 j6 q2 d4 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" E. C* o. l9 C$ tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 O9 k! z3 j7 V1 S, t5 T) b% [
7 A; X+ A9 }( Z' W4 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 b2 b# j* _) k/ z" v P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . H. }6 U3 s u N5 e' q2 ?& {3 T( m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' c5 ?2 t/ Y+ L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. {) F) ^. D9 @* IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) I( L% C' i+ Z% _7 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " @9 K9 _1 y0 ]- K, l. Z' n; a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , O. J e+ P5 E H# [' T8 x0 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % W# R0 P3 E3 k7 x
3 l+ |: ]/ J; m4 n- j$ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% h7 L& g# B; M- iHow you suffered for you sanity,# C; q% D0 F/ O
How you tried to set them free,
! s6 v4 c. w5 ~1 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 c V3 W& R6 q( z4 _Perhaps they never will. |
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