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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , p5 ~4 `1 U- @8 b+ W# s1 Z$ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 I6 g5 F2 D) n& B% }: _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 F5 Q* x) n0 [7 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - O7 ?8 h. C% g. i' ?6 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Y8 e7 h. v6 d8 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 d* }5 L4 `' |; i8 L7 bHow you tried to set them free, 7 E5 o* t F/ n. a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & B; |5 @6 d6 ~" }. N0 }+ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ | c p: w( w/ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 [% h# a% h' W' BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 y9 _; h( y# f8 A6 f3 e0 G- |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + }7 i. ^4 U, G! C7 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, G# H* ~0 k1 [* n* H, ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ T' D& i0 {4 X7 U8 k+ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( D' s1 B, m; r# }+ j' ^* I" s( [2 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 M% Z9 W2 e# W! `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ?" {6 L* g+ K% S; y
$ h- V3 j& x0 @5 b, m: u4 S' uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 s+ s4 @9 [- ^* H4 y/ `% k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " p8 k, K3 _" X# }$ D8 f7 V) x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 F6 B3 `' z2 G9 o! T7 q0 E% lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + e- o' R3 ~' p4 j x& _2 t# o: H
( o8 V1 i( h& K: u3 `. B6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 u- H, j+ X O. BHow you suffered for you sanity,% }5 ]2 C' z& ~! L" B
How you tried to set them free, 7 n) C% [% C& I& U' k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 g6 j7 [. S4 L! x) o& N) N
Perhaps they never will. |
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