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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / J; |1 D; Y* H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Q- H0 l7 Z5 j2 R9 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 a( [8 I g% _) o1 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, x# |" e6 X qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ m8 q* M7 f5 c+ B# u3 d& t NHow you suffered for you sanity,
' C7 }" `- x" d) m; m3 z( HHow you tried to set them free,
2 C! T1 s# i9 h% g; b8 n. ~! ]- j+ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 a& Z7 w# F& `3 c( E1 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. l- z s( O- W: I/ }4 t5 L7 |0 o4 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! e$ `. ^2 l$ W) a; a; EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 v. W) V9 t# e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - A+ g+ o* U0 B$ r ?. |8 D
3 s+ {2 V! p& W6 L+ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 R: P# d4 i) k2 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 d; l! M5 Q3 E+ ]" ~: O2 B" fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 X2 {" E4 G* V4 H7 w% [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: B& Y: T* S$ H7 E1 e# N PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 O/ G- |4 \2 ?
; o7 U4 ^+ Y, [+ v# YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 d i: J4 W% @/ Z+ R7 g0 Y! [) \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' b" Q7 w- w* |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* @0 B! U' ~1 D( d0 h" U) P1 Q7 ~4 zThe 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,
0 p/ D4 s: G$ H8 n& r: q* mHow you suffered for you sanity,9 q& C9 n' ~* {8 K# Z
How you tried to set them free, 6 P( r, Q; Z& L9 V" F* m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 W. o1 M: P6 h! u. a! Q ^; A. i0 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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