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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p* N/ z3 \) d/ m( t6 E% } E u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 _' ^$ S6 _" Q+ H8 U- ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# I# A7 C1 ^/ E% ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . |9 ^! I: _# O4 [ G1 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* \# g, e3 i1 s% Z' Y9 uHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 N* \: `% n4 _
How you tried to set them free, 3 ]9 Y4 A& Q' {6 u [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ W4 T! a2 N0 E! r% S% ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( b3 \9 a# q8 x. @) X" w; N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: \* b" \6 }! e( O) Q# ^ e9 s! y! iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( V/ z# C/ ^; m8 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) j7 n$ b$ ]& E! AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. C) Y/ F0 \7 B1 z% N" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - r+ s1 u* O7 l9 w9 S5 l. W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 q. G8 p6 S Z8 n* i# I" EBut I could have told you, Vincent, : Z8 F5 E' A$ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! l4 ]1 p, g) r, j
q0 Z5 r6 m) t+ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, i1 J" A2 R' k! | o- B/ m6 r# P% a ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 {# z7 c: j. O0 Z. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 P- r T0 e0 m' t9 T
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,
/ \5 b7 F- t+ l( k4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
( L: B7 ~+ y' ^ N3 p2 WHow you tried to set them free,
N3 G" @) ~, @5 p6 C9 `, b% vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* _, J+ ]* F1 O) i4 S. {* MPerhaps they never will. |
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