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+ u. w% [* c9 A' M" X1 {8 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d8 }: V" S1 ?% b! b: I; p+ T5 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : }" f2 e0 I1 h& Z4 e F9 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: b/ V8 }4 p- Y. P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ]/ {( @+ z' a5 N. DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( a; i- R) u/ }# e0 e( SHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 N! g% j+ A+ z! xHow you tried to set them free, 1 P; u/ R, t5 j& x: N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H @' n* x+ G& c2 R) MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! X0 {4 I- v$ @; G2 P6 C$ K: A. R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 O+ ^' n4 V9 u$ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 z! b8 y; A8 p' r" m6 [" }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & a" i7 y) c6 f" i: x6 I" j
`$ T, j" l9 |' M/ n0 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 t2 w" u% W. K* F8 h1 P# J, \# j# J3 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ y9 P. f- I: N; \3 x3 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 n" | k7 T- y/ x' KBut I could have told you, Vincent, - i- _/ ?( \4 K& t. V2 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + A( g2 ^7 i) h3 Z8 e
B8 n. g) x0 r( p1 a% F/ xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 O9 o- t2 ?4 |% N3 E, j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ? I! h, }: H1 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 T u% p: b( B; d. j2 @9 x4 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 ?* {3 p8 X; ?' g; R7 w! ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# x: S. m5 N9 m# S6 _# S5 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
- I9 _# P: M8 b3 `How you tried to set them free, & [9 u* D7 ^" `8 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 {7 T( N5 C1 mPerhaps they never will. |
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