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0 W* G! w( i0 T& WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* x8 O7 g) h9 g* O- GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . R1 B/ X$ n- r) s$ n% U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ d/ I: ?' b: Z1 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 y4 ~5 E; {# nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& k9 S N- e2 x. {How you suffered for you sanity,
/ v) i8 u4 X' ^, ?- s) eHow you tried to set them free,
: ]& C0 M4 U" p# a0 D( UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# a% F' \9 A, {# ~, N2 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : \* a3 I8 b$ K- @! n( s$ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 M( D+ j% e6 C( l4 B$ \; j8 f) o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N/ \; x$ N* |; C q8 o6 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + v @, g+ S6 ? S' K0 M+ f
& A N& j! S2 I5 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Y3 l, |; V, F+ _6 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# i3 n# h! M! l( e5 k; B; v& UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , M" O6 R% x3 ?4 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, - v4 o$ \& l1 v0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ]. H4 d% j- F% }1 o
9 G2 w& f' b2 ~' HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 V7 r/ a+ J# {6 P+ _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . N6 W* b; l( j: P* y3 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 X7 o4 @! ?' u( ]& s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 I# K8 Q# \8 l+ M6 O5 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / i; Z4 T W" L- z
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z* y4 o- J7 j7 N& U3 d! I0 aHow you tried to set them free, ' Y1 p' ~$ F, ]$ B/ d
They would not listen they're not listening still, & H& k, V( S! |; f3 a I) Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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