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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ _, u, z5 R' ?) E1 v0 F. ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- v6 [, c8 O6 {0 F: v# ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& H, }- ^; B8 u1 M: n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) w, g; |; t; p8 l7 M/ w$ Y' @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ e2 Z; U0 F" }
How you suffered for you sanity,
- d, M* z' j" G( uHow you tried to set them free,
/ I( K0 R6 N- M3 j: V5 D7 F# N7 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 \, {6 \# [. M- p3 ?7 R% yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / x( r5 `3 M- T* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + o4 H# _2 L, ~ e, q$ l% S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " d1 C2 i v/ a6 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 Y* P* C- F! G: {$ F
|& r5 W7 g4 o" n/ Z- G8 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* S/ _+ u. C0 U, J8 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" H- d: c2 l. c- }You took your life as lovers ofter do, * S$ W" c) p' G) k9 P% o8 ]: x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 c* M) f# B0 i! o7 t! Y: H8 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Y3 C- e, N$ `- ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# u7 W2 I! Z J+ KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ^& D. G" f" g/ Y, ?$ p! M% eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 z7 F) U9 G5 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 A# s* v8 N% Q5 }; `# O4 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 L) ~" D& V/ e. XHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ U- T8 z, v( XHow you tried to set them free, - A9 T9 q, @% }3 l# v5 _6 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! W# ^: u% {9 s: x' m5 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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