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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: `8 N1 q# [& N4 e2 `3 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & V8 _0 K# X* ~( _# k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, }& Y! T/ g7 ~) s0 h N aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 T2 d, E* y& V# W$ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 U( h# G6 E6 ]% lHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 R% d# b) x; j3 C6 Y7 rHow you tried to set them free, 3 X4 L/ a( w2 c) p; E" A' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ A+ \9 H+ u+ S, _, xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
^) {# a8 C8 V' ^. a5 Y4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ?) I0 Z* E9 Y C6 P, e4 Q+ g cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# m P {1 m3 x+ O( _9 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 A" H, ]5 N# a9 U% e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 |9 }3 z1 O( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 R* s5 Z5 e4 r# M7 w* Y2 }6 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 L( E1 _2 n! j) TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ r6 ~$ U1 J% w: s1 p% a
8 b ^* Q9 c0 X# x( C9 C3 I3 d* |& oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 u: R4 n1 `- o8 {) PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 x: T5 I/ v9 x' z/ S# D+ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: {5 p( S" C. X" r& aThe 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,
, ]5 t {+ [ G. I. S2 A8 `" KHow you suffered for you sanity,! X. ~5 o+ I( g7 ^3 `5 x
How you tried to set them free, 6 a* w& U8 N1 N5 v$ t
They would not listen they're not listening still, & R0 s3 _7 ~+ O" ~" K# X0 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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