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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) g- d1 _5 L |; R$ y4 V, a; hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 J1 x! ^7 [5 b: i3 y ~2 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, h- I$ u* v2 \. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) s6 z( ^' m; V. \; qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% m' T( l: |9 Q2 @! i+ e c, T: xHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ V7 j0 f* X& QHow you tried to set them free, + k: W% J3 E* u7 H- p; S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 `- p. ]9 K& QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Z! W! k; S1 q, L! S: }& y0 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ w8 f1 V2 W3 y! ~7 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 L6 E% ~6 R, g' S# h9 [1 v4 V
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,
( B1 L% Q2 D( B1 d% dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 J0 y# B s4 B F) V ^4 @: A1 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & y/ z/ ]2 j/ a# T( g
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; \! N$ G6 Q7 T9 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + n' I. E9 ]$ `8 a# D
% h4 c3 r3 e- ]3 {5 u6 g- |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . p8 `$ q/ C' y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' j1 c" J0 S/ L4 f( M1 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" U8 `- ^7 |- u. R' k5 W4 |0 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) O8 [: _! P/ @; C7 F0 o$ C3 M$ q" ~How you suffered for you sanity, V0 } X/ @% y; R9 k2 K. R% U
How you tried to set them free,
0 { H; H6 s6 P2 N1 f" X9 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 }7 h4 U! J* u$ ~, O9 j6 Y9 w( v8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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