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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . @* R! o) H4 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ z* ~" C$ G; c3 S- |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 B2 U6 x1 [. Q" V# O4 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# N* i. |5 A, ]1 p+ s3 ~* S o2 a5 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 U4 {9 K- Y4 h; l5 [
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 @ {* [' S8 ^, Q8 z; i0 B
How you tried to set them free,
# {: G# \( `. z( v9 y# u3 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + |# j: Q% o' z5 Z" |! H: v+ {) ]" ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~% F3 S2 s$ @, U1 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 }1 f! s' v3 w* h6 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 e0 Q6 o5 _( e# N5 E. w# K( JWeathered 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, ) G; J8 X' g+ c, \1 R' e9 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 m5 B" e- n: ~* n4 H/ o0 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, , H& e n4 t5 n" S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 q" @7 H$ R& r( D. WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . d% e. j+ b- a5 y% x+ F
2 u& v+ @- k4 c' X! a( oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K4 h! F% h$ u% n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & o, E5 n. [/ j- ^8 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; g/ n. j3 _& h" f6 z v7 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 @& k/ P, e! r7 ^* |6 N
2 [2 F, C7 a3 |3 x3 ` D9 h. MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- A' E% b# ^5 O, x+ n# f4 `6 `How you suffered for you sanity,
/ L0 z4 A) x' [) CHow you tried to set them free, + R6 |! E: I4 u j' L% c+ Q/ c1 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, % {& R, c5 A6 z9 H% L' r K3 `! _/ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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