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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ J4 e1 g" o) M3 a1 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: H" X# [' @9 [" X ^. ~: eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," c4 I! k! t0 n9 I8 [5 _0 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / l1 I# F, ~1 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( B! `. j6 S0 J6 p! ]5 P8 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ x8 U3 q' j/ L8 l5 M+ @How you tried to set them free,
3 P! x& J! a+ [* HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; _. ?$ I! S- i$ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , V1 d3 R, R8 B7 m# N6 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }9 e( T9 ]$ w/ {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ^2 q9 ^. @: p8 N2 d+ B; DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * I+ r1 X n: l
. t2 O! ]: e3 Q1 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ T4 f( s) A6 g% E/ dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / C( Y D/ K9 d, f* T5 V8 r1 M& N9 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 X9 w* a8 Z4 |1 a. Q& n- h
But I could have told you, Vincent, " g4 m% c, X( S9 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. h! b9 u% Q/ r2 v) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / t( }4 n$ R8 P" V/ X5 {7 l9 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R; t5 U4 Y. x( c4 u% ?7 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + \3 c+ I- ?2 e% n! S" j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 _& h/ D5 I: Z+ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 i1 _9 Q) x5 h- ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E8 ?9 V7 Y( \1 f) xHow you tried to set them free, 5 V: U+ d" e$ }$ j
They would not listen they're not listening still, / B- ? Y# j; t1 R( b B' l
Perhaps they never will. |
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