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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " W9 N0 X1 j! A# x) ]4 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, f. z+ x/ q4 {' A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 J; h0 f4 E9 j7 [" eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( a! w4 q, M( g3 ^$ k2 {2 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ~1 K3 N7 }0 ]- {/ N8 n: FHow you suffered for you sanity, : K/ w% {/ }! j+ e5 T( t/ Y
How you tried to set them free, ^& A! @# k3 K' O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " L# ^! ?: ^# K3 P3 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * K0 m: D+ z4 W9 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% [( O! P% }$ K/ k H5 M) nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 e% D5 t1 u8 l( p, F" Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ N& }% b- v( D' u/ e! ?0 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + n) o5 C: l9 Y5 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* {# f4 S- `4 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 }9 s3 t; ]8 ]0 D8 @. x4 y+ `But I could have told you, Vincent,
& C1 K) z6 q$ Y' N& ?* ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% N# z: ]" I- |% eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & [8 t9 Q* B4 T, c$ n8 Q& K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 s$ u+ R- N1 W. V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 w- _9 H: b: N+ v' I; HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ?2 o6 J# T$ z/ ~3 x0 |
/ |0 |, K1 j. x8 `/ o+ b0 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 J* O+ @+ Z# @) }) f. z4 p V2 v
How you suffered for you sanity,; k% I( V6 N# C
How you tried to set them free, 5 l/ J; Q2 l* R9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 A8 b' M) W& Y9 b% O0 N( J1 GPerhaps they never will. |
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