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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 q7 x2 N6 K; ?7 o8 h$ p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Y1 p1 B3 s9 V5 s6 d7 { b, @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ I- w5 U" F0 w6 }6 _# O/ q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % [2 H8 E; x: e. O+ b7 z- v; e+ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- L7 `8 y. A+ q) u( }& dHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ V. u L% i- D$ e1 eHow you tried to set them free, - ?3 i/ I: K2 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ G. D! p$ O6 Z/ k' s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ]: L& H- }% L% {) ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * D6 J9 V% O0 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ]+ ]! H" S" K+ y0 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 g+ c/ h2 v, J" Z1 r) [6 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 ^4 Y, y, ^' cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' N; \8 w, \ }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 B# N( H* ^! r3 S5 J1 y1 Z5 e3 Z, KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ]% ~2 z6 X; c( f% {# DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 S8 t) M H+ K
' f( n3 N/ Q4 b+ ]/ p* @% o' \* mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 e8 z2 T7 {% [- I+ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 F) B& m: B% A3 T( F! M! CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 h% b3 t! Y8 r, I: y
The 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, - I* s2 T6 x0 Z, U& a8 {
How you suffered for you sanity,4 t( c$ r7 T( \4 c- K: w# E' `) ]
How you tried to set them free, " P7 s0 u3 f z7 i7 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?8 W7 W0 T: @! f+ b) h
Perhaps they never will. |
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