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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; e! _; L0 x' T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 _( M! u% \5 N0 y D# ?& HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- C4 j ^( \- _7 a+ }" Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 \5 l( S8 {* V+ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 x( P3 ^. D O$ T8 g2 qHow you suffered for you sanity, t2 e8 [/ ^' O1 i7 H3 t
How you tried to set them free,
; {9 ?6 ~ ~3 f8 S% z6 p4 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 r( _& ?* x9 r9 [4 j `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) T* L: H3 ^( C0 M1 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / K) m) Z/ z1 T9 q, I0 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ]# ^5 k" t' ^5 [6 k" RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 t' T' o% a8 f, |' g+ j3 h
5 k9 X( Y% w6 x. h9 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ X4 o9 X. _9 Y7 F( b$ n* `" c1 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & t; h9 r! p) h! R- A" N* ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ?& m7 B. k' D5 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, & }. V5 n0 r2 e" a. o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + T; I7 R- j2 Z8 a- d2 |( F# h
6 X; v& W: ^9 m0 t8 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- |4 H5 M5 u- l5 b' r7 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% o7 [5 A( S1 u: E ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " [! ~3 c4 ?: ], R h" n8 _# |4 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, Q: w7 d0 L5 K# H7 z# o3 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" J1 r6 {+ u; QHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 s) B5 ?- h- [1 Y/ P" n& P+ j. Y5 EHow you tried to set them free, 7 Q& _- V; p, q+ M! k- I
They would not listen they're not listening still, " |6 w, q! B1 x0 ^+ Q/ B
Perhaps they never will. |
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