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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * }0 B! D3 e1 H* k2 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. q- o) n3 Q/ q6 W2 X4 E4 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 W- s5 g# S. u. W; ]; tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \$ y: d- F+ ?8 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 W" e. p: l l3 x) M$ L/ p2 y; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
; {* k, ^6 x. _) W8 a' _; t4 e0 z' bHow you tried to set them free, 7 f3 j0 D! z5 ?$ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 S( d; x0 e7 v, P/ w' Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 B) S! ?2 \' ~3 i7 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ f' n7 L- s! c- z: h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . K) C# W$ f2 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 v; A3 c7 n' y) L9 y3 Q
* r9 u4 W/ S. r. X3 V' Y, dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' l+ V3 p5 y$ i9 F* g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ w( j6 s' t9 W; @6 `2 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 |% P4 k8 f/ M* d# ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 F; B; U& ?8 ]5 ^% ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# L/ _% V( T& p+ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 h9 M- v+ `; c: }* y) ?, X3 U4 @; UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : X4 E3 q* A1 @1 ^- b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v/ t8 i3 S3 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 q$ E# F( U1 G; oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 p0 e8 u, ]1 x) C8 yHow you suffered for you sanity,# @3 i3 x0 u( X- k5 \
How you tried to set them free,
1 e3 E+ i8 z: C4 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, . I* V1 ]) r, B6 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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