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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, t$ g1 P0 ]% P4 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) h F1 u) `; U7 c6 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 @2 s$ g" _5 r8 [( x. n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O k$ x; G4 t& s BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% ?; ]/ X" ]0 u u7 O4 D" }4 V2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 D5 G# a0 Y1 X$ pHow you tried to set them free, 6 u' N4 m9 C9 T3 u7 h5 \( v: `) p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! D! C1 Y Q1 T6 o" S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 Z# R. c/ z7 ~) n6 w" F( GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 Q6 i# m" `( Z* _* M* z7 N. yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ r& V, `2 X0 X* F" }% vWeathered 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, ! K- M* x8 P& s- e4 H6 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " G. o- H% s- o, x5 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & }$ S5 r" H3 J1 @+ d5 E9 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' V$ i+ t1 S* O& q/ \" ~+ s2 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G* d$ V3 L' O/ i
6 ?3 V% z O+ P2 T3 M3 h. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 d6 r! _/ V2 a7 z LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T( `( N: z+ U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ l+ F$ D! E/ m: g7 i6 X5 Z; X [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ]6 ]) w( B) b5 ^ r c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 p. A0 P$ N2 Q" M& LHow you suffered for you sanity,2 h( _0 x8 h, @. J( ]
How you tried to set them free,
, ]3 z0 b; F+ R9 _4 [* t6 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 n6 O- b- C- r9 O$ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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