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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ \ s7 z& h' n: v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , L2 Z5 A3 v0 m% P7 {5 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 I; D E: d9 P! E/ b* |6 X) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ u1 w% p# h' YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ r* `+ J, b* W7 F2 L2 }; l4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
* }0 R; f- f; Y/ V7 `How you tried to set them free,
1 Y$ }/ v3 s+ }' Z3 ^- mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% u9 A. p; T' n7 ^6 x- S( _ R# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % V. `; K- V w. ?! H7 U. n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I, [4 f j& I' r* P" h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ~; C+ D# h5 Y1 p1 \2 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x) f7 ?3 U# K# d, `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / q2 X: q3 D0 n* w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 u" \% M" i: f; [: b) sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ W& C, b6 `) M1 V; Y$ kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 G: x. n% q" A6 F! IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; f+ ]8 y$ A/ p5 Z! X- @
# N5 {9 L9 C8 i8 G T/ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 D6 G( X" s2 a/ k: dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Z( e: t9 V6 G& L2 m4 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, d# k3 o3 m6 v/ F0 n0 N: m+ c7 V" IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* v7 k' I+ J% E# uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( F* `1 y: M" w, x* A; i
How you suffered for you sanity,
* K9 t. c: J$ Y3 nHow you tried to set them free, , N1 V$ h# n! W- J F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 } y0 O* r1 i8 X6 E& a, n0 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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