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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * z& v* q7 S7 E G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' J3 T& f: {' \5 K( j) x. {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* K0 h) z. ~* y; H, |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Q, M; M7 d O# ~! C q" i" s, @ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. c, u3 X: e7 t8 f5 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 F' [! i4 b6 ^& L* X7 mHow you tried to set them free, " t% e% F* O, ^9 c2 r! Q' m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % t% @2 o2 y! ^4 g7 q1 e" K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 k6 o4 F$ h7 y1 M$ G) ~: nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ {9 i( q0 c; b, PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* M B) f0 O1 k y/ ^" Y+ t P+ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 P: q2 D& f, q6 \9 M
' ^, v: G7 u; Y/ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ i- X7 E7 @3 g8 C; qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 l" g- W1 W& D8 l1 k2 ]9 `8 o' `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- H6 l8 Q* v: @! uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% x# l8 t+ e; x( X# U5 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , }2 G# @/ d. o6 k, M c3 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 P( }( s6 [& Q% S" ?. k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ X1 H2 N) V% Z7 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) @7 Z# }& ? d/ Q3 k1 T
. g6 U$ C+ `& T" d1 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, }/ l1 T: l: C4 W- f- D
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 y+ J$ p: c7 o. F* y5 FHow you tried to set them free, ' l: V- [$ x v0 ]; X
They would not listen they're not listening still, + l* F8 C' j, K1 B9 X4 P; ~3 w8 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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