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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - s; T% v3 }* l2 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. E1 ^) V+ O1 ~# q5 f& WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Z5 S0 k6 ?6 W. {) |' z* }7 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 c. C0 R, U" A" J) ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: m- g! Y8 M* [
How you suffered for you sanity, # Q/ x* c9 m' K+ u5 e9 Y
How you tried to set them free,
0 \) j" K/ Z# ~$ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % J) k1 H4 J# ]% m, j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& f7 f. V6 _9 U- q0 G& YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* t& u' {: \# {1 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( a w! u: ~( d0 L2 O+ b' m" bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & \$ g' s7 i Q; e z1 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* @: ~# }' J+ K% a& X' eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
B% t, O4 y- g' Y: E( r! u! p' TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f4 y/ c" }9 d3 Q7 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( B4 Q, M* b, dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 w, q4 f& E. B5 G. J7 h: NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& |* {0 t9 h9 c- lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ Z' U( j) k) ?/ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 X0 t. |: f, x0 z# S" J7 b
. s. ?! U7 c; a' u1 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 I( o& z! u8 ]7 w) f$ M$ q. }) [How you suffered for you sanity,
) Y3 H9 A- W5 Y- ^$ |* g# A9 cHow you tried to set them free,
& l5 q2 p, j. b- Z& c' fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 E) L9 N2 x. E8 b+ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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