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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" J2 T5 A" H7 t* I( k2 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! I6 z% S3 A: c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. s1 z+ z. j$ g% _( h( H, ], V/ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. T3 ^( c3 L% B" }. f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# U7 ?5 h7 S2 j- F+ J( XHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ L2 z1 ]2 N1 y. e Q. qHow you tried to set them free,
* X1 W+ D- n7 Q9 k3 p) r" kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& C, m4 b" m) {( {7 n% h$ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ y- M6 J9 j' L. H2 l9 ^! u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - B. w5 u# y5 L' m' q V* D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" t: |: d- N z1 U5 Q' JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . f. `8 v* c2 s* n
' Q; ^5 w0 _! j2 K1 i4 k; I; y3 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% w) c- u1 N( f% A1 }' mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l3 m8 q n+ Z( S( W& _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 p. g7 K9 c5 p; E# z+ t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 M5 P( T& D) z* A8 J9 j4 D# T; ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. S5 j3 ]- U4 b/ o( eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 h6 [6 J; e" `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ a2 u& Q0 O5 g2 b! ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 |& C. T6 c3 A1 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ c3 t+ v. L6 W4 }9 Y/ }" _8 y& N
5 T2 s4 w2 s5 a3 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # H# B% k* v0 S- z. w6 w# w
How you suffered for you sanity,
, w$ J8 J( V8 U* W' T; U0 BHow you tried to set them free, # d8 c, L* ~' r+ | ^( a/ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, - N1 F/ V3 N1 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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