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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % T' J9 @% j) s! _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 m E" o; Y5 E8 X5 i0 p) a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 H% m9 m( P7 p& S8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v' Y7 g6 p* n5 r( ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" u7 v1 L8 R/ J2 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
& N9 Z5 S+ I5 p$ m0 X1 QHow you tried to set them free, * _) C; T6 f9 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # E9 h! b( ]1 D8 e" c- w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , V7 k7 q# T! K' ?- N; Q6 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 k7 U! z6 e8 y6 Y7 P& x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 D4 u+ P6 u+ D: `7 u1 m) LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & a; k( @3 ~2 |1 ]8 r3 q/ k7 z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + j1 p6 m: ?, X- O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Q: P. X: A% R& B9 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ^" ?8 _5 w+ z+ { K( rBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Y+ G, z+ b4 |' o$ E3 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Z: K- a$ h' l& o0 \) I# j
% N* M- n6 k9 [& KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ?9 j2 Q% ]: v( N6 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . b. q1 A8 [6 X; p ~' b3 \1 n& T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ~: R$ k3 }- Y# c3 x J$ u! A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 {: ?/ h6 |% V, a( z( [. U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' H& b5 X7 k# k. W) b: A- H; N0 Z$ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,) \1 u/ E9 `$ q) h
How you tried to set them free,
- F8 r) M( G! V" e/ T0 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 j) n; Z! v8 K0 o, K6 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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