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* s( Z% `7 W& p; sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Z9 O3 \4 U2 K4 S, G! n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ?* ^/ n+ l0 o, D* R0 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. P7 M% i+ c8 L# d* O/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @. ~+ Y d' x0 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* U! V+ S! x/ pHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 V6 @* Q: K+ A7 ]
How you tried to set them free, $ h2 K, U4 [; |6 h) v- `) }" C6 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j+ J4 ?% q) YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) O* w( M& N1 ~, F% w, QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ? b; O& D5 d- s# H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' f8 U0 _8 r+ T% s4 _/ J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 q& g; M% R2 Z. J! s% I& N \
# f3 E. V4 J3 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ T6 j' `- \7 q1 A' y4 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 k; ~% x/ z" H9 y+ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 p8 X8 {) J) A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 q9 _1 W, F5 v5 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ g8 A2 E& |4 X& _- t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 E$ @8 M1 W( `# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: r, j* ]$ o: G; S, a% U% gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: O4 b# G% r/ Y& n' Z# }8 VThe 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, ( y, R) R f& e' @; C& S0 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 {1 a3 I$ E$ a, `' QHow you tried to set them free, ^4 m# a7 s# i! n- E( S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ X C* Y& T, N* i" z; ~* K, [6 K2 XPerhaps they never will. |
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