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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& E. w, _0 N1 H. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, d8 S7 f1 I3 H4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M2 [6 P; i, A- w O: aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 K8 X p7 }1 \9 x4 `; m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 M. A$ m+ }0 W
How you suffered for you sanity, " s; H" @1 H- n, n9 ^. W2 w
How you tried to set them free, 2 q0 f ]8 R @1 H0 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 b. q, o3 V8 K, D) JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- z4 d4 U' h# O% P Q2 y) [. OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 c) _! E6 O4 d9 R- _7 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 k1 K' \$ C* ^$ A0 w$ z8 T2 W/ Z# ^7 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 M* }6 o% S% T. t2 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: n! ?. o ?- y; @% v( V" IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / P) e' E- M8 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 T! {; F& U& N M$ C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: W4 ?1 d( ~3 @- b8 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. L( L6 K) p0 c) f) x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , Q9 N4 r# B/ J3 F+ Q- ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 L' X! A) q: h* Y4 f P) b% f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' s; } _+ V: Y0 s$ i* e/ g1 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * E+ u: e# V4 V4 e4 G' t1 A# y+ l
9 Z! j, J2 i1 ]6 b3 w8 P% w2 [( pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' T2 Q5 y- c8 ~7 }0 r
How you suffered for you sanity,' W% w$ G7 _0 k! l3 Z+ ]. u
How you tried to set them free,
2 s3 G2 p, ~2 C2 k) s" FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 {- Z$ ~- {7 u( P) k" F, N
Perhaps they never will. |
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