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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 {4 W: H2 w0 _! x; l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % H6 s4 E: P( \# c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ @2 e4 k* ]! G4 {* M# j7 L3 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % `: M1 S. x9 }1 R& T0 c4 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 J5 F, Z2 S0 G" k& GHow you suffered for you sanity,
" \6 B* A) c9 d' S5 eHow you tried to set them free, - ?$ X; e2 R% G5 |6 e0 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: I/ P: O) m* tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ?# x6 ~5 z6 l3 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ a+ C, t1 C4 u" f& Z, O' dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! N1 N) ~5 P; f; G7 f0 ]% Q3 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; p0 R! S( L8 J5 r4 r6 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " G. V/ O: A3 f) G* D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( n2 C _0 C# u; P' O+ B( V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: _( H$ X9 t) q* sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 l- T" A+ A. u3 Y4 }* I* W
8 P5 C* l f; cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 T* y$ O: q$ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ r4 A$ s' T" A, n+ ?" KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# S$ }+ r! e0 C7 a0 m5 l" MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 a4 Y ^- W" ]- `How you suffered for you sanity,5 H; `" z3 F3 o+ `
How you tried to set them free,
0 D1 a9 z! V* W* QThey would not listen they're not listening still, % k; ?7 S; P& V3 V$ F" v" _! ?7 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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