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0 ]; _# m& y. k0 Z% JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ]& p. _7 f# v- R2 p/ Y7 {: xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ~& @& {# }3 z7 h( s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! o! I+ E0 e2 [( `) a/ sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' q$ @" W# o) H: N" i2 D; {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% [( y7 v% o! X* tHow you suffered for you sanity,
, T4 H# @7 U- a: G. n2 |How you tried to set them free,
$ B2 L7 D: O1 s: k! T+ ?1 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Y" ^0 x2 U) f. R' X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! U- u& t" {7 A" h6 Q5 Q; ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: b7 n- Q4 n/ c# N* s0 o" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 I, _; j, P& e1 N) R# Q* ~' G+ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ i2 |/ Y; Z- c$ k' y. \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " M( Q( u+ e+ u6 S, L7 _0 w8 I: r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " X- F( R8 x, O1 Q. S" T
But I could have told you, Vincent, # K6 Y0 r) Y) ~, |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - P' a9 r+ A, N$ q E/ G
! ^ i: A* S+ K3 I2 }( GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . O1 [- ^$ ~, X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 X, U1 h% _* |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 A9 J7 L0 q7 _2 J# h
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, ' z0 g# ?/ b" w u$ f0 K2 E! U& [( ?8 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 i' Y8 @4 N/ F6 a" uHow you tried to set them free, / ?( ?+ u5 U6 K" C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- x' I) m; w4 b" U- rPerhaps they never will. |
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