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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 i- r7 q% L; u6 l9 s& `1 o( E1 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! t) m7 ?. p I0 ]+ J4 m" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* E8 \# N) x9 A7 Y/ Z" fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 } l* I2 x- rNow I understand what you tried to say to me," T% e' A' E# L. z7 f0 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N: q+ P+ A7 P: `! ?How you tried to set them free, + Q; r. B) o l8 |7 @& T6 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & b& J* u) S2 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 C% T3 W4 k) |7 _; {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 y$ Q9 k1 n7 D+ ]3 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 U- D2 C; f4 L/ t) |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , U" O o8 R" l
* @* f5 Q, _" Q1 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Q* s6 u v# X; kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % v& l1 ^; o! F6 W2 `0 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Y& j( B9 [' I1 c9 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, + i6 r- r3 B* g* c& o; |& v6 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * s) `- S# e& H, c$ x1 i5 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , `4 I4 @. o8 L4 }4 |" V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 s9 w5 E. i1 \# e/ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , X8 v" K1 M( [* B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & @: h& M: V0 `# R
: D" ^' \5 l# fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P8 S& b% o7 t( ]% v2 s1 R
How you suffered for you sanity,% X0 h6 s4 q2 h: P: r! w8 \
How you tried to set them free, / I3 U2 ]7 ]: p; `( Y" z6 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 y9 ]$ u- X% ?4 q F
Perhaps they never will. |
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