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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" X- F2 x. m2 [( c3 M5 S! z8 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 n; F' f/ d* n' L. X7 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 r! U1 z$ S+ S) `* WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / N) A t+ y0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. a, G. F; H* n: X! t0 u0 x4 }How you suffered for you sanity,
# v9 V& u$ G0 Z( NHow you tried to set them free, $ H( L$ s9 d+ A" G9 z% f$ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + ?# _$ q" g s9 T# j O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 V; V% B1 b& c+ x) S' nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) ~: m, v- j+ R4 l1 v1 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 v9 B3 Q4 ]- a+ HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 _; v) ~% z9 d1 L+ A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; |# Z3 @7 M/ K" a) X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & z9 a# ~+ m1 D- |; a9 [( H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / l1 ~+ P- D" f" x( i% u1 H) h& T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, o3 e) x& j1 E, p; P* GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 ?- ?9 _; ]. V! T" ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + U# e3 N: O, ]9 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. h# O* t% p2 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 e. t2 l5 J' D+ X t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 e- O4 `' h# Q- [4 t$ C) mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ^) d( g6 z e3 J9 z$ U1 I# J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 U( H& p- k; Q$ ^How you tried to set them free,
0 S: O5 m4 V* L5 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ I$ e5 Z! u5 o8 m" x& VPerhaps they never will. |
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