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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 y9 A) v8 n& F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 \* j% {: N) g$ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 M; i, G& A% Y; {" [8 A3 n9 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 o% L* U7 x3 ?. ?" D- F- }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 K- \; z' b7 `; I+ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
# }4 E* y, X7 y, xHow you tried to set them free,
6 y; h, ~! Z$ kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " E9 G1 g2 \5 Q& U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 }- I6 w% \4 W6 R5 L# a" Z3 y7 S( sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 s$ [& a6 j3 h3 W8 }: f) @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 p6 U* V( n2 U/ y3 a8 dWeathered 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,
6 Y$ Q7 g7 G$ \4 W! v0 z$ u1 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
e$ r) @) B+ |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ^8 `+ ~0 x: c: U1 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ C7 M, U4 S" t: iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L- n* m& o8 g% u+ ^9 o0 D# q! B+ K
& U! L* d! B9 }% iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ^% A6 }' D( uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# s: O; f" O; s; VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - H7 s/ K5 i" J1 F7 Z' g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 E0 f( F/ C+ m( S6 p, f: @5 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ k2 o" b( Y* }: V# ^9 \$ M7 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ E' v( }0 ~2 K O5 M0 QHow you tried to set them free,
3 P8 m# G8 [2 T0 i, B; K" lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 p0 ^' R5 j1 a) g
Perhaps they never will. |
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