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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 {2 p( W o7 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' k( i8 K2 f. _ r- N- I% j6 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- R! W0 e% s- x. n; X X8 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
C6 }4 I/ s9 K' h" }0 b( } sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Z3 N! b1 g. m" o6 F) `How you suffered for you sanity, 3 v9 [7 H. d2 |, y. X& V
How you tried to set them free, # X9 j+ L7 m1 |8 z! C' V/ \' a, j4 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 L* {9 o& k3 W& b% w4 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. E9 E( o' P" P+ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, m+ r7 z' Z7 \# G, T- y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 }" o4 h8 D4 @ K! o# k, AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ T1 m7 l* T/ j* Y" G6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, t5 ~0 w8 @) _1 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & w2 F' ~. l, M: u4 J T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F* p$ ?* `4 z1 i8 A* L% ~$ aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 v6 `0 f, T5 x1 o( W) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 d- {7 l$ s4 B# u9 i& T
: \& [% w. x0 k4 q8 B; ~3 w; _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 _ _" D j& R g! ?6 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 k' Z: K8 s4 U! u" X6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ h2 v: Z7 C5 {, _8 _% o$ @' m& yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 h# K8 u" ?5 L8 F" ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 x/ m' p: w$ F: W) J, B$ |How you suffered for you sanity,, F4 f. \6 q0 d+ U1 D5 e
How you tried to set them free,
6 w* m0 ?2 ~. H6 Y: HThey would not listen they're not listening still, * M/ [: c" l# C" C! T& H
Perhaps they never will. |
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