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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 p- q* D0 v- x D' Y- OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V# q$ z' N: C% x* E2 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d3 k. L: t6 M% l% M. i6 i9 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; `& U& C1 I2 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# E% \( r' d) L) ?1 V- \
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 R, H4 L2 @; L, p( W
How you tried to set them free, 3 F# r: t6 U5 o; }# w; p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; e% o1 R2 o; j$ q4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! V: n- j3 d2 {2 D. T' x5 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h6 p$ D# T6 Y2 D! q3 F* U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / c4 N' y9 d" E1 n G- R% q9 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' c7 i( r1 {/ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) T0 f$ |- q4 u- [- w/ u' _# ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k) d P1 r8 t" _ d# LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( w, f, j/ v2 u4 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ u8 u& Y, v. X" bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; F: H( g+ Y8 N8 h4 W& L
6 _' B! w) v' u ]$ I' v- m, |. n0 h: pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 p3 n: f2 k) L4 M# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T) j }2 A0 T8 m5 \, DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 H1 N2 }- k$ ^
The 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,
. A9 E" e7 ?6 _' E- A$ a3 dHow you suffered for you sanity,/ {' w a: e' R! m, k) C" M" U& H3 G
How you tried to set them free,
/ `2 n/ g! C; y/ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
( u7 o: V- s v) }" d# zPerhaps they never will. |
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