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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * s& g+ o- J4 R$ y7 E) r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 e5 k1 B v8 u) E9 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 p7 j3 O: J* N% y3 J+ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u7 U( M, I% G4 ^: L) L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, b4 u% i& j ?( i( V# W5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
& v1 A( E$ A. N& T" UHow you tried to set them free, 1 a; l: w5 O8 Y6 a# p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ c& K7 F0 |' l% x! XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" g1 w: ^. T9 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & u- \# a7 ^/ @3 R; s1 D1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: o% M: i2 T: _! T6 i4 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . C1 @- Z4 J. y1 `6 W
" o9 F$ v v/ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! q: j9 x$ X# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; [' V# n! }7 Z J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 N1 q& q! R" _5 Y. c7 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& S2 ?; a& _- Y) mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ \( C( w: s* |4 v3 g5 V* x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: q$ u* \1 a+ }( I& f* Z1 S, hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # Y; m+ A" R( y/ e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Y0 E( U+ i5 p7 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u, E" i) x V7 H# V* n( n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 t- |3 e6 @2 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 _6 m* Y6 k4 A# Q5 t: mHow you tried to set them free, ( i) H' o# x9 p7 ^% n. ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ~0 c& p: ]7 J- o7 r8 `5 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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