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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 c) G, s" g/ h7 Q; y0 S. H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! t# x0 v' R. m+ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 X7 H9 y8 C! w3 Y8 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 y8 S$ j6 I3 q) ?/ h3 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Q+ H% q1 f- R( ^ p b: wHow you suffered for you sanity, * J* ~$ f2 p6 q
How you tried to set them free,
- d ?4 a" j. \1 l `! A: ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , N& u/ r3 `& p2 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # R! Z5 e7 F; R$ F4 y+ c3 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ V- ]: T5 }" W* A! RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- a; Z1 p8 t2 v" F1 }7 l d. zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 H x0 c ^: \$ j( c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( [9 I5 W% `3 [. L! OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " p' A" l2 Y! q& P- M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; u2 F- Y/ j* EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 \- |0 y5 Z1 o/ f# ]; N8 G3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ?) w6 P( k: W& H3 @
. M) d- U1 [5 X* _* ?+ W) i/ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! L6 q j9 o6 k& C/ F5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- _3 M; H. `* Q" e8 ~" Q2 T: y7 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. `. r2 R8 q# N3 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + y2 Y' g. v7 F5 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * A" s% H" \( v- {
How you suffered for you sanity,0 @) p9 l/ o5 Y/ Y. G7 P
How you tried to set them free, K! M! H; B( @9 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; a/ k9 H' T* g/ I- T4 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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