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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 B+ x/ Q( ]' F2 V- W; L, y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; V& i. o- Y5 q- _9 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Y, Z! W% s: k% c/ A( x1 [. b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 w1 W0 n& W. ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 X0 }, b0 u+ L6 ?+ v Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- t) _7 P+ |/ Z2 b; F1 d4 GHow you tried to set them free, 1 g7 B: N1 Z$ U& ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 P$ o, ?8 k) P* z, [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 d7 a/ M2 N7 A8 G! z& K# t) v* {5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# i1 H% w3 I. oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 k3 z0 e/ B5 ~, n7 Y, M6 A2 d" VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 ~$ L- H5 d0 L7 }# N* q( e6 i; ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, o2 ?" O" W6 T0 [3 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' h$ H8 y$ }5 E R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 }0 |0 |7 F9 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . L% M8 F' G( \; k# h
+ t6 S3 T# p% B; i" PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 i% X$ r$ F" @1 d% A a2 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : H# I" c% X, K4 |# q4 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 J! j: U1 g* X$ y3 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 h" g. ?9 n. @5 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ~) g) H+ ?5 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ Q2 m/ [2 q! D/ F/ wHow you tried to set them free, $ B5 o$ M# o0 H2 K+ Y0 _; S
They would not listen they're not listening still, " c4 C. B4 }# Y, J. w+ r$ Z5 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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