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& S' \3 l8 n4 F/ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * o4 K) |+ r$ T0 [ }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Y) w/ g2 e! B4 c- ~1 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 j2 d% N+ }2 e$ f7 r+ m6 Y# [3 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + e: P+ h8 P" `; v0 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ]8 I& s5 T% r9 x6 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
- ?/ E$ m2 K, OHow you tried to set them free, 6 a4 n! t# E2 l3 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& z6 T3 n; a2 q, W6 x7 T' cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# t( |0 p3 y- h- Z& D# wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 p3 t+ r9 b A4 }# E, |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ A/ n; T( Q6 z& m' t( H$ R* |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # B7 d! I; |2 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ^" _0 m5 J6 h! A/ C) Y0 v3 I% m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) e- i" D, R4 s0 G: k. q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 j1 n$ v, i3 u5 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ A6 R1 A$ h9 f! ?, A( ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! H- s n" a' u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 r9 E% i( U& F; J* P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ]4 \1 V$ s) ~5 V3 p& h( j% h: vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - i: u; ~) E k* a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / |' n2 L: s4 t" R9 F! a
' `! a s* j, j2 ]; u0 |' tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Y$ c4 `: b( d, m" `How you suffered for you sanity,
* c; @- c @) a3 z' O9 b4 rHow you tried to set them free,
& O& t! T) g$ ^8 i* q/ e0 y- lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 u, [/ o4 f$ o6 \) K4 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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