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o3 O6 f& a! ^ D: Z( x- W5 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 L/ I& [. D+ d; _6 L1 [: V0 l0 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 T+ C$ B2 X7 F" N0 ^& H# A1 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 l, V# ^) L- n" }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: l1 F' O |+ j: \2 \, V9 a# d8 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 g. ?2 D( L7 P6 I6 dHow you suffered for you sanity, R3 `% a$ o& p
How you tried to set them free,
5 _. h- Q; p9 w iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 A+ n6 i. y# t/ |& KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; J& M' K; p, Q% j, t% M \6 j* rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' o6 i2 M. j# f+ Z$ mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d0 `! Q1 }4 b# N. t9 s# U# d! @/ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) H- s5 m+ ^! O9 b
' L% n/ I4 z& E; T$ H! J6 g. O4 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( i! l0 \% C% y8 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ^$ R; x- X: l+ z: o. C P8 L, b0 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 h6 S, n3 U! C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ n# {, M9 W3 B. U) O. L& n$ J' ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ I" `, B; @/ U: y. Z* P
1 Q; j' o; M6 V" n4 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. }7 j* e6 ]3 _" }$ `! l: fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 b: M( V+ K5 _( ]' S; \2 H3 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , m: j4 h8 z- ^8 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 U; a9 r; w' N9 D& pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % a4 G8 z) @6 t% p
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 k9 R$ z! n I( O- g0 fHow you tried to set them free, # a: o) m1 P d- V5 Z6 q# o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
|- N8 z3 T" E XPerhaps they never will. |
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