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j! L# q8 y* a$ a$ |4 D% sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * G. _: B2 P- }8 [9 U. {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 o; X" F2 O2 \; P/ p `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 E# |4 h6 {4 Q" w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 G0 o" G4 n! K" ?( Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, J2 T9 B5 N/ ~! \2 W! a% j+ mHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 B% k0 U: r9 j5 {4 O3 M
How you tried to set them free,
Q% g' m7 T4 ~ R) q, p9 @7 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 l- q2 v& y$ \- B& p& k; rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 E& q- u2 I2 ^2 k( GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. {0 s! Q* x% z: {. }+ x7 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , Q$ e9 y; P- l! D# e* {6 W6 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 N# U. j, G. o. Y& d& J3 k% y
/ F3 W( u; N% ?0 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 d3 o" E' q8 X" _; ?7 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 E* m( `$ _! K6 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ?1 C* ^( @7 i4 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, . U. n9 W( Y+ j/ Y/ h' o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 z$ |& R0 h1 q' _
8 m2 ?8 |' c$ z tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ^* o7 E, @* e* k4 Y# ?# {; zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) A& K. }/ w \) N1 L' P% QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ K; M: G! f! m, G" eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 l/ O5 ]5 n8 R
% L% P# W# x! q% U( T! t% hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * M2 Z! m4 C3 F
How you suffered for you sanity,% h, T$ q M; D) x( p- i0 a
How you tried to set them free, 5 T5 `, [# D6 {' r6 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" F6 k# e( x8 Q! ]" rPerhaps they never will. |
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