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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 W' d! G! E" r( V; j' C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ~& {( T- `) r" o% L/ I' GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 w5 K- c5 J- n1 [- Z2 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# b1 W8 s1 {3 o! ]1 Z6 O/ k" FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 f+ x+ t1 Q' V9 G2 q% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
" b9 y4 E1 B) i' X/ c, OHow you tried to set them free, ' }; p9 d ~# I# R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) B- s2 [' z# @4 R2 w8 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- A3 E3 v. n# |7 Y [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 C ~. o5 Q* o$ gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % w8 X2 U" F5 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 c6 l# P0 s& ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ c0 E; M# b% H$ l- d6 ~: y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ?8 }# K$ P% S( VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % j; x2 F( J8 }: M* y7 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' D# x/ E: x* s5 h" b2 J9 U& I& c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. N6 i" T( P0 ?3 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # n& F7 d+ k% S# z, J' ^+ U5 ?+ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
T& M- n2 Q) f4 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ^4 Z3 s# N3 \
4 Z' y2 B5 O. i8 W2 T# C7 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 ^7 P n, E3 c" D0 K4 W( R( l
How you suffered for you sanity,( B8 J6 v- p+ R2 @. c
How you tried to set them free,
1 e5 S' K- [& A/ H, f. GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! r6 B5 `' l/ V$ B- R0 W- tPerhaps they never will. |
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