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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) `/ B& R0 q% w c% C) d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- f' ~: J- D) a/ X# F6 ^, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r5 P" H' }6 c! v$ X$ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. d, u1 m2 p% `# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' k& X) }8 a4 w6 o7 e, n' H& F6 @) C
How you suffered for you sanity, & e* m: y& c. g+ Q
How you tried to set them free,
: l7 \: k/ k% E8 m' oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ g& U0 Z+ f/ K: MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: l& U$ r- g& K4 {5 u9 |9 |+ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) M. l& r+ Y. w! N/ x- m& N4 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 S8 a5 `( N" `3 a3 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + m6 _) J4 ? y2 N. k3 R! Y0 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 H' |# l. T" g% N5 p7 }' m5 }. R2 g& }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) y2 `- c* ^: R$ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & V6 w9 q; O a' {2 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ l; [4 {+ p% T: vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; G) T4 c" r1 T7 F* D3 z8 B; I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. u0 q5 B4 u8 Q( C. ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( X, D% @/ p8 B( g! u9 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Q9 o8 _5 a; T' |2 x+ J. \
) P, }/ ]- S$ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 m/ h/ d- i1 B: h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; C$ I2 m) P! n1 k2 F9 M) F7 b2 a3 @How you tried to set them free, 6 v3 w* D ?& Y8 O+ U5 G. s% b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `; N1 j0 e: S8 W0 ]( _; o7 R) l
Perhaps they never will. |
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