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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' f* k, F3 n6 i" s6 {! |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 |' U' h: m4 D* R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 l4 X8 v& r6 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 U# _: x' y: V3 p- p' y6 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# @1 u9 s: v: A/ V$ ?How you suffered for you sanity, w3 `/ j- S" ~! ]6 z2 M/ F
How you tried to set them free, * h+ q. R3 y" ]7 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 @; }: H1 P9 y* D) j- j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + r5 c& r1 l$ f; x4 `9 U o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* y% _8 e5 z1 r( z5 r7 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, S. H, U9 h) `. W8 _3 e1 U; l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 l" L; p: i( o9 @! z
' a9 e* R) E/ c. ^6 h3 h: GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ \: U) H: o# I$ d. Z) C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Q9 L+ l" X- U% V' ]1 W) @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " n2 i$ i0 E4 A/ @" i
But I could have told you, Vincent, : R6 I+ W$ `7 A& x4 k' e o$ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' {4 s# P$ a O# ]9 h; q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 \# y3 y5 Y: b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; T5 S0 O0 Y2 f8 N( f0 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % w a& y! L5 a6 Z% Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 a6 K/ p$ ^- \$ x; m ^How you suffered for you sanity,) p# D8 T/ ^" M1 N3 i
How you tried to set them free, & T0 o }9 n* \! w) N$ P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, g" x" ?! d+ B, W3 ePerhaps they never will. |
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