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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! h8 H2 ]: X& m$ v! V4 D" G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * K) {% w% p: d2 O& @9 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( r" |& N4 _0 f2 V2 X- P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 E# e. U$ k% M. ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ^+ N g2 d) _: S: ?How you suffered for you sanity, ! _# F# @* d1 r, x( C, |
How you tried to set them free, $ ^; t# X+ P) D) g7 S" c5 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 j4 r$ s) h" G, g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ {, q# J$ N7 Q& LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 z3 p u" t) N+ J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 w8 c6 ?# Z8 C5 D2 _, c& R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# C8 V. h. { ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: q6 T9 h8 {$ \/ y: nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. d3 M: H8 d8 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 s w" Z: t+ S) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! e7 P3 E1 q% Z+ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. s4 S. z, L7 I& y: k6 r
& V; Y: c# k: s( a; rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : I! t" ?$ X3 P- p9 V! q8 c! |# ~1 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k4 V0 h; a/ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; @' Z, `+ V1 j* L6 ^; ~- D1 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ?+ Z7 h4 p- e. Z) @ D/ z
: j7 v f, h; T. P. V) T- rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" P9 }$ _1 I. D' K: T+ d" n. {How you suffered for you sanity,3 V3 e9 j3 [; A$ E! i
How you tried to set them free,
7 b1 r' j% g3 H. A2 F# ?They would not listen they're not listening still, $ E p2 O% d( a7 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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