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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ?2 z- d" o" y" t6 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 U9 T; |' _ U1 u. g' W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~+ t& \3 r8 O& `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " H1 G; C: a' v4 f( Y; Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 _) N" C% h1 ~# n5 u
How you suffered for you sanity, , F. n% R$ }* S) b
How you tried to set them free,
' \& } c8 H4 c* J* W1 a& QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 X3 S* }( D( e! UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! w8 X1 \+ ~- j$ b- `1 S, h, R0 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) J* t% b0 F2 O0 a8 w9 Q* v$ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) s" m0 f r8 Q6 \" [" ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : b( y q5 R; C6 f# i
5 S& i6 E+ {' h |: DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ]5 k; I. V& A, s7 e& cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " M9 z% w/ u- D" K) b/ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 U3 c }& K* h
But I could have told you, Vincent, : ?; [8 F2 `9 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) T/ Q0 B& e2 {' E: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- \9 \0 H5 ^" b) L) SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t9 f' i" F0 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Y9 ?3 z: |) q/ ^! L% `( R% y
5 x3 _9 i% l7 x# PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 `8 O6 q" D- @: A- `3 H0 K8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
' o+ W( B) b- A# ~ t; e9 ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 W$ S+ M4 @' p3 |/ ~1 s4 F% \They would not listen they're not listening still, # v# I( j8 L `6 e3 w* Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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