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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : T/ x$ X& C4 J' |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 D& l* S6 _; v1 F$ u- _3 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& j( T5 D$ A. P( e/ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- v8 j2 R. \8 i6 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ W' T2 X3 w5 T' J3 {# c6 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
; E5 ^. l" H6 u, N* N" }How you tried to set them free,
6 k* V/ S1 f, h% G0 H/ WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / k( k q: J7 M- { l3 ?+ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - a5 I7 b0 b! J9 z: M2 p7 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 V! `' T( }0 A% Q* w; Y$ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- v* z: j. U2 N; n8 K+ z5 ^" V4 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 r5 Z# C9 K5 J; \' ?
- q) v! B: F( SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 [) U/ d. t# R! J3 i- pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 n$ T# F- m# W0 P9 ^9 i E0 @9 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ Q7 w- @9 W1 X' d/ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ g5 A0 v! ~& }! G. IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Z5 A) l3 S$ q& o1 v6 G8 a9 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % o5 |. ]4 ^) o: W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* b$ F& q5 V8 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 F/ I# n5 `9 G& HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Q: K% k h( U# o" u/ R
9 M) ^# V7 l2 u/ e% sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* L% g/ a5 r# S5 n. y7 _( wHow you suffered for you sanity,
) O# ]( _. J4 }2 n7 J8 D+ D# wHow you tried to set them free, 9 M# _+ v$ Y( I$ |- z& n
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 d+ e+ h2 r8 n: G1 S3 u7 e( P& F
Perhaps they never will. |
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