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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! D- M/ x; U: e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 |7 Q3 z: Q! G9 s* J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% X \! \" H5 M9 M, F2 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
x7 w% u. ^+ p' P% c. kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 W5 W/ M$ f2 h, |4 [ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 U$ D- w- N1 ~1 l3 P6 N- T4 HHow you tried to set them free, ! F4 J3 t5 E: P+ s7 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 k8 h# i+ x: @& ?$ k1 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) a* ?1 ?7 q# L- J0 h, |2 g( f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o+ g3 ]( ?7 @5 j i; [) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P6 x" Q% Z8 a9 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 b, W! v5 V1 Y, \6 I2 ?8 A' TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* \* V( s6 [* i" A5 L5 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 h. c2 c& c. Z# b: }' S* J4 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, : d$ s+ P @. A' ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. P. @" A! W( c9 p, s! i6 [) ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; {' V- d1 r: J( h9 b! y# X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 j v# r0 r5 v; N9 |# H/ i% o# a3 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ r9 S) t" D% `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - E( z9 ^, k/ `# H$ h
1 A1 U' x' S- q8 O% l# f( VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- W2 ^) t# u5 ^' sHow you suffered for you sanity,
" `* C; S5 b# k1 jHow you tried to set them free,
3 I* E. f/ {1 F t/ ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 n' \# Z9 {( { S4 @5 t$ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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