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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . {" v; r8 }4 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 Y; f6 I& z( e# y) W l4 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) H7 d& }9 N6 O4 U/ l. d- C1 Y3 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 {; l6 R- h. L# A+ l3 ]% o9 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& e2 X2 p7 g+ g' t* y) ?1 V/ DHow you suffered for you sanity,
, K5 q0 K8 ?9 I$ j! Q1 X5 z Q/ MHow you tried to set them free, / Z' G4 G0 o% C/ s9 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. z9 }3 W' I# D8 d: Z, `4 i9 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ R1 B8 X! ?! b. b" N4 w; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ], {0 y7 ]& H2 c, [3 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 o, y0 c& W3 X9 a9 D' }3 g: r5 T2 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - r w; P, h/ x C
: H+ h7 |* u5 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 b# O! F: e4 v( \7 s& OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) |! [7 ^- I2 V" p% g+ N9 N7 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' c- ?) X9 V! E W, A/ l IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# P: {6 A/ C2 E- V( j# dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# S K/ o! a4 i% O2 R& yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 x* X+ } [" a9 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , f/ p- `7 V- E* Y/ E# w9 N5 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 q! o) G1 e# NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : a4 t' k7 y$ d
0 y$ h$ Q @. T2 B: o. A0 y, TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 u% B4 n, o; j! q; L9 l
How you suffered for you sanity,+ B( T' ^, {7 v# w8 t
How you tried to set them free,
3 {1 p& [8 s- J% Z% W& w' k- r) i' JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. y$ v F& Z8 D) D5 p& E w5 _Perhaps they never will. |
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