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6 k9 |0 I& i, s' LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / y+ ?/ v$ ?6 Z% w/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; t; A0 g% l# b' B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! `) i0 k8 S) k9 n" F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 u" n" f0 B* \/ ~6 b# C' s! f1 ?' i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
] }5 T+ i* W1 WHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 c* ^2 M* {) e
How you tried to set them free, * z5 k, G9 _- D1 Y$ B3 Y( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , {% o0 B b/ T! n! U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 u( I" h W% M: b; B+ E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 P+ o, j% h9 i* E4 ~$ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ R. f& c* [' L5 _! vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 g0 }% \- _, J2 ?' `5 c9 n; qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 o- X7 s) I! c6 T$ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , v3 ]9 X1 ?1 K' S8 Z4 r7 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ M% u& A9 Z$ j6 G. t: c( ~' b1 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- @2 D" r2 t, {" Z* g4 U4 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # l* g1 Y+ B7 _7 ]
9 e E/ U. E9 ]& O3 u9 ^2 K4 `- [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / f+ @' Q& ^! H/ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y* i/ }# F; t8 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / W& x! H. \4 ~; ~: U7 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z: i+ M$ R" ], c( a0 X
% |; M! z* |" x% S! M! E; tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) Z+ f+ k: @4 Y5 uHow you suffered for you sanity,2 h1 r K3 W' U0 V
How you tried to set them free, & H( R/ W& C6 J/ m$ K$ h8 F" p& e1 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 `7 A7 r# F9 G' t1 S. WPerhaps they never will. |
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