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' _1 S# ?* U% w2 i9 }" n) O9 g3 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' w% j# F! c" o& ? z7 f+ T! z2 s# }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ W7 h9 G! F" c3 k' c; rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 B" ^# k: }$ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ Q" i) Z1 u% B1 x0 w8 v, ]1 _: ]- ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 m' y; h4 L* Q! d {How you suffered for you sanity, * A( l- e9 k- ?. p `- K
How you tried to set them free,
/ w9 @4 j; \! |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _* h, Q3 S1 Y! O# P5 y/ F' FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 J7 i. x: j& X3 f5 K% k- J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. x* ]8 Y* j& U9 n( a& JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' A% \/ H2 Q- `1 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # R: s$ f7 H; g% c6 M" l
" B c/ Q5 [& V4 w! n/ C! ^: ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& a( O% J5 c, G, K/ h2 G/ J) oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 y, h6 B/ f* u. j, n$ [3 } h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 [8 N) I2 R% T8 B# P2 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' D0 d" p% S1 n7 l+ p) [. t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 J0 K. m- ]6 A* U* q" y# ?# E G
4 B9 i2 O& v% o+ f0 u5 ]; KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 [( _0 x% t% ]6 A; ^* ]2 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 P5 r$ x7 Y6 G" p1 [" L1 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 [2 t4 R* `- ~% w2 m bThe 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,
: w5 H) W' y7 W5 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
- \/ h% b7 {" iHow you tried to set them free,
0 P/ I+ {0 L, u& @' f% s8 ]- EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 p& v. p% z- F) `8 W* L8 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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