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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 T# R, B2 a, ?9 c- w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 l* z2 `. w/ }* u$ F* H! Z9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Q3 K. M" |1 G: r( p8 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ C% g7 z0 c2 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 M5 v% X1 Q8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
% k! l2 Z2 g1 F# F" N# _+ Z5 iHow you tried to set them free, + L* X! V5 _8 [8 Q& Q, b3 T& e, k! t2 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ]; e0 _4 P5 E0 V4 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: p2 C' u; j! C$ V7 l# R' NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! Y; i- K, C3 s' D; ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Y) S. Z. K! L& m# _' w) QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % [ x- }2 E4 y! G7 W
" F( I0 ]" k2 F& ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 \# d7 }% g2 n- KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Y5 r4 k+ @, w7 E! fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 X/ G" m3 N- q, R# Z; Z* k2 _4 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; p' E2 F' } H7 L- s0 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 d0 b5 k) E! [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
X/ O. e. C9 U! A$ M# S1 r1 m0 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 l, W# x* ?7 c6 h {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 b1 Z' a9 ~( ^. a$ V) g5 H" H5 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - y/ _$ ?/ R+ c4 h
- v) g; E4 m) sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- O) j+ T3 n! w$ h" q* u* lHow you suffered for you sanity,4 G2 E+ n! R" z5 l5 o
How you tried to set them free,
) Z8 B9 d1 h% P( v1 K! G5 S bThey would not listen they're not listening still, " m9 A2 O. Z' S* ^! G( _
Perhaps they never will. |
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