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" ?* Z3 B% B; ~; n' j+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, U: ]9 P% h* ]" O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' N9 n" |5 u7 m* i m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 r5 U, M, j4 Z p2 d0 a$ x% ^; i* gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - V# I0 |/ v. ~% X% v7 ]% X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' F5 z. T. l7 Q7 t- }. P' Y \How you suffered for you sanity,
+ y# _9 H- \; O# a- u" \6 |4 \How you tried to set them free, # t: J. L: e5 H8 C! I. s: a: C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( E& @/ h; W" ?5 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) M p8 E2 d% ~5 k: j: j* \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ b% g4 F8 I; @! j% I& @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( m! W+ [, S" L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . w, a4 W" v9 w' L2 q% ?( d1 N
6 r# ?6 m, S/ x2 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- u* i& Y3 T+ F% Z8 E( K$ rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& L) h0 j% _& T$ n5 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& @' z$ R8 W$ T- r. G0 g2 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; C( L9 F) [' u* h. V( _; {3 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; b( g% J7 W) \% E# AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * [0 I& k" |" @) O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + V c" u' Z' m- H7 K/ R! S0 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 ~7 `' _& o* _
* H$ w3 M% P5 O, BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; q9 D3 Y4 S s2 `( ]; L3 ]' h
How you suffered for you sanity,$ `. d# q8 F2 Y. b% I' X
How you tried to set them free,
9 l( w- Y; i6 F: QThey would not listen they're not listening still, , g0 j8 t8 ?5 B5 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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