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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) a. ]9 G% c8 u4 ] o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 P( O9 {* a9 u( \3 Q5 U. c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" u0 a9 A5 d# k5 @5 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: g2 D5 v1 U" B4 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
I+ I8 Y8 r( w5 u" RHow you suffered for you sanity, + j, |5 ?8 m: z* n9 N2 i
How you tried to set them free,
- o4 D7 {$ o9 P0 H; MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % T# K$ k' h9 }. m3 G/ H4 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ?, P7 l8 s- c( ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w: X( s" ?: |: a. K+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ n! @& j3 e. }3 M @2 L' A4 e, PWeathered 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, , \( T! |+ U% E* S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : k3 P2 F G% w1 x4 K* n$ S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, K. d/ n [1 q% h+ {But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 W: @2 e" a, XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' Q5 ~, e9 I* g' V5 z5 p
& J0 r9 n$ o3 d4 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R$ K# _' X- A0 q" a1 u) WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# S3 P' e! H4 u2 D5 j* h8 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) q1 `5 }: d" [& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % l1 g, f. H/ g' ~
5 ]3 O( h$ m: P5 P) A6 U0 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 O$ [7 N8 c* l n8 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~! }$ o# d* s9 B: _% E& bHow you tried to set them free,
, p( x1 f& h+ J9 P, gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 A% I0 F7 q0 s! O( f6 A& WPerhaps they never will. |
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