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5 l# J+ N' h2 {( uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 D' C8 A7 x v/ V6 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % M2 h7 d+ C) k9 g& l! y; N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( o+ F# \; E, ^. Q7 B0 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, K0 A8 t: ^1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% N) X% N; [9 c3 bHow you suffered for you sanity, ( V& k3 ~' b8 _ B2 i
How you tried to set them free,
- i; C! Q$ a0 O# r% BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ^* F2 p4 U* R9 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 i) h2 V. l0 r8 l# Q- M- jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ^( T/ V* i! l$ @% J# p, O! o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, f7 S2 f4 |# h4 c: v* yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / T c: [3 N8 p0 y5 g0 i5 h
7 I9 I9 x" c; v6 S$ a) y8 y xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' p: _, P( y5 w M9 t5 l& H F, [/ P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * c, ?+ f4 u0 j' s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 e; n7 i$ c/ A8 a& s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 `/ n0 R# D. \' {( A7 z# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ^8 r: _& ^2 J( m) y- f' W# |* I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, F) ]4 r$ T8 a Y m+ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 O7 @0 p$ D9 s ^6 W' f2 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) [5 c! Y$ i; d0 R( J; b Z
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,
! z! c' g( c! c) @4 _How you suffered for you sanity,
6 O$ e8 @5 f+ \7 S+ ?How you tried to set them free,
1 `; O/ s0 u4 s$ J" t/ ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 h; K2 S' l7 ^9 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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