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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 @" y1 p& p- c/ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " Q8 i8 C; f P l( f2 @( f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 I( _" \# c) }, r' BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 J) G' X2 l% W: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# l2 S& \4 | D9 e' M, k, [
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b5 l9 p8 u# N$ `' q% OHow you tried to set them free, ' W( C4 q$ |: a6 w' J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 W" [# V/ I4 o9 Q: T- jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 l7 I) b$ T+ u0 H( i+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ?' \2 Y, m- B1 @. Z- y5 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ }2 [$ i+ D! k+ c% cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 L7 } M; V! x2 @: u/ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: w, y; D4 f" r) @( KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Z. @) K, b$ O1 A: t8 x2 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - K! @& y4 J, e) _7 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Q& ^' z' G/ ~& F$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ^. b. p9 a0 N; C$ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ~% k$ l9 G; [7 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) P$ P# M! O% Q% T2 F6 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 I8 W4 H1 W) d/ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ n; |+ l8 [: S+ c: `8 `' J$ K" J
How you suffered for you sanity,- O7 p; }7 _# Y8 I- Q2 r& R
How you tried to set them free, ' f% D' m8 W* x4 A, d5 p0 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ F x: c5 E) ?0 c' a6 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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