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7 @& Y: s" a$ x0 t: T% A$ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ s2 j% L* d7 z# `# {; S9 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" `6 I8 \0 X& O. {6 k" ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 R) a0 `7 k* S/ U* }. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! f7 g5 [0 D9 p) O! }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 z2 n v+ l: S7 ?% _$ M+ t7 Z; ^How you suffered for you sanity, 4 t! C: L. d, a+ ~7 Z9 F
How you tried to set them free, ! G' a& N3 v0 i1 t+ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j' Y* M" A& H% M9 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Q' S* c% r2 {% X* D3 h$ T3 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 m# S" c/ o5 U# W5 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: |& T2 I: Q: U1 h {: L' \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , j' y, ^# u* Z: L' @, O( D/ b
, J2 v' P6 @* ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( }2 ?* r( ]& b" |# R T( e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
^: j& N. E5 Y& D2 }' l( dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / k1 e/ d. O0 j3 \: E: n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- T+ a7 h! h* x9 q/ F# oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : M5 R# x1 l$ M+ p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E& U! k) H0 a& V" ?0 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?" j' c6 [) v! @7 V4 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- B* ?! r8 Q3 v' }/ ~7 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% Y' k* Y- m( v% {3 I. R2 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + { B( T$ s7 w# u7 G" V, Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 c+ E( @3 i- z& q# @9 b1 jHow you tried to set them free,
7 d2 D+ I, n( z) U. sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ^3 ^8 ?" g) ], E- j) _
Perhaps they never will. |
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