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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
r0 ?3 V; Z( ]) M% u& I6 V9 c' WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! M5 v1 u% C" @, O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V) S+ f1 e2 F5 g$ B) o- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! f! X/ c; [) b n! v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 w! N* m+ T; K& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
. [, G; Y J. N9 A' v+ x$ Z3 r- oHow you tried to set them free,
9 v& y) }$ ?3 a( u: G8 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & f* I0 |5 @# J3 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, \+ W8 y; N" A8 q9 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ i. S5 i& g+ V" C& B# m% IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& l1 v# b% j( }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 A& c1 c& I/ I5 Q9 g. [
* ~* Y* K" y7 C' [2 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; G9 b3 X$ ?+ Q; p/ [# ]9 }4 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f/ Q( Z( S8 k" P& Y8 n' t% K/ @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 w5 h2 b/ D7 k2 g; _, X# C% t/ D/ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 p6 F( x0 L0 @+ x! f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' K: m) Z! l: K8 B- @: }9 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ s# _: O1 I& s# c3 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ` u! m) W; D$ E# }2 T0 @% O/ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 u0 l2 Z- @- Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 P j8 S0 U3 t
7 _3 k- w# w1 @0 C O, [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 H6 h3 Q9 Z' c- b
How you suffered for you sanity,
" `- ], l4 s2 ?/ aHow you tried to set them free,
5 T: H$ @! F/ H. G/ h! X7 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, , y4 I2 z- i2 ~, D
Perhaps they never will. |
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