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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * X; ?- B) I8 ~& X+ \' V; |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 n' `, i: z9 a0 ^) X W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 n/ C4 ?1 D( P* b- i( _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % Q9 a3 {9 F( g) `+ X5 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ^6 b5 o: x- C7 u; f1 B# BHow you suffered for you sanity, / E# @) A/ q, X# G' \' G* N% `4 `
How you tried to set them free,
/ P2 A; E' x2 T# ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ^3 `4 d7 E. t; W6 u+ _4 ^ |& n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, j8 ]4 y) X- X9 A+ C, t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! p1 d8 \0 q4 u5 {5 A2 M$ D4 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 o% K# M( l0 P7 ^" |. ?6 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , d1 |- K7 _# D, R3 r
! ^% A e9 C7 G. ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " l; u. O2 y1 e" R' u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 F( Y& z/ y/ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; f2 W$ {1 r# E
But I could have told you, Vincent, : G {1 W& ~2 X' N+ t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 G) N5 q$ x+ R8 Y; dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' N$ r5 {' ^6 J3 S: n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * m( z1 A! S; I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. j% _7 l/ {, f* @; J6 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m8 B$ ?% a% E2 X# QHow you suffered for you sanity,+ R. [9 a7 D% l: S
How you tried to set them free, 9 _# S+ {# s6 t3 ~# j4 s+ r3 U' l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; b' t5 i9 p: N% a' i7 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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