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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , t% o3 E2 J6 M/ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, \( X( X* ^ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 o" Q8 Y6 V, p d) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v7 |7 L. f$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 x" m# l: v& ?7 s9 {! |) c0 }$ M
How you suffered for you sanity, ; r+ v( O% e: ~5 t- X. \& O) `$ y s
How you tried to set them free, 5 z% r+ W9 Q( o. g% g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) \: O% a9 r' {& O- Z' C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / f+ N, a# }, U2 |1 e% u# |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - b" @- C* X$ O& Z( s8 f: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 s, U) N. _' P9 q8 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 H) o( r* A6 `7 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 v! j4 }8 b5 ^0 n/ v" QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " l! t% Y# P5 i, O( z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 Z& l0 e7 A! \, xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 @2 |. ]3 a2 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 }) T9 D7 ~6 M: g! h8 h
- x6 p) x$ K: \% I: C# {$ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 M. O4 Z( |/ r* O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: v V4 s$ ], ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # Z$ ]2 l1 ?7 ?5 L! u( F# ]# o/ Y" i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" b0 ?! E: ^+ B: \4 t( L6 t8 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . j8 s7 K+ U7 A* V/ M. m9 r: P
How you suffered for you sanity,7 l3 m- s- R, \, W' z1 u
How you tried to set them free, 1 R, E" r8 G7 K% v+ K
They would not listen they're not listening still, , H* {- w4 G m# G8 p2 U# d
Perhaps they never will. |
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