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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + K; W$ |9 F- W+ _: t& i- W( i/ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' u; d( c) m. Y6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 b0 c2 F$ o' E" x9 j) FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' J" u8 J0 j U$ T$ _' ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) a: u1 U/ e x( `/ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ J% O6 ~9 b- y& }' G' z ~: }* lHow you tried to set them free,
; r. P. S4 @2 p& y/ T+ D, G- vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v9 j+ m% w7 u+ B# o8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; i9 ~& N: C5 U3 Z/ }/ M4 ?2 R/ p/ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & y; A! d! A* `5 N# N8 q! d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r, S) C$ T4 ~2 z
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,
& J4 G+ _/ R r" GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % }! B/ }6 e0 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 @8 X5 e* I2 m: _But I could have told you, Vincent, ; Q5 [- B. r4 P& m" K- ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' w3 L% `" O3 x6 [$ u7 t5 r
& ]9 [) v/ j$ c! O& y! `! XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 S/ X# s7 x/ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ E, F$ F' Q- G5 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : i8 Q9 L3 I" D& P- |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e* p0 [" P7 u3 Q6 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , k. Q# v( r- l# ] x7 R& f0 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
; U! P% w, f; f' q0 P$ z; FHow you tried to set them free,
' l" g+ s: a% G5 X* v; qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 H* c* _; U, M; z
Perhaps they never will. |
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