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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 n/ Q$ i$ s4 \! X4 F5 U/ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 p7 a% i$ G% f& h- X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( t4 t: j" h: b2 ?! [6 s0 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 e9 v) @+ u4 J) G' K: `Now I understand what you tried to say to me, e0 o& d" `) {/ I7 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H0 }$ b, W0 ~1 ~0 vHow you tried to set them free, ! Q8 y8 p& n3 t' s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , J. z5 D0 Y W4 j- y: }8 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + \+ e4 `8 U" b# ]9 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( j u& i! e2 b$ T7 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ?- D3 L& l6 H- D! }) G% LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \6 Q' a% Z1 K/ C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 [ j& j: I4 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 u- B* o5 i7 j' {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - S4 A# D3 [$ C* ]) k
But I could have told you, Vincent, : N: p8 p0 ?: w0 u# F) @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " k1 B" p% C% l9 Q, P
0 V! N9 k0 n: o/ j/ N; PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + t. n8 t4 b7 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ y. G6 G9 H* g m! x6 S( n; JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 a% J( f7 Q1 m) V% D7 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. V0 x2 R4 t# E7 T* Y' A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 D" J4 j( O3 q" w3 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
" k. a. @$ m1 x3 g9 GHow you tried to set them free,
5 W2 |, W$ p" j2 t/ A' dThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) n! Z6 I* f1 V$ n, k5 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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