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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 K+ r- l4 N! ~2 j: M6 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 s: h+ x& G8 E; V; j, xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 q9 I K! i" t; o7 T. aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G6 w& u7 e+ v; x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 f Z. r( @# L: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
! s* e" @! r, M, j. SHow you tried to set them free,
$ K$ z% G3 A/ o6 S; w1 {- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 }4 V$ A: a. v, w+ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 Y" T0 l2 o, s, `8 T. n3 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T& l6 _4 k$ ?& t/ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% |% `/ R5 s0 a, w0 [Weathered 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, + x6 q6 ^# z8 F( a* U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - I3 k; ]4 N% d- |9 x. E6 b; Z2 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ n* W" u4 _# t' C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 k2 l! b7 H" W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . f. E$ ?0 v1 Z6 `" q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( j4 ?( R( z7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 v* O2 `& O! `$ p& BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + y! \. F7 I% ?6 h$ Q. J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - L0 {7 V) c. E8 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : p' N2 ?# @0 M) F6 p/ H3 N
How you suffered for you sanity,3 @1 C" Y: ~+ c3 _9 {5 ^, t
How you tried to set them free,
. K+ q5 d: q9 t) O, fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. O: `) ~6 A0 x0 r2 z: g1 D3 _0 }! tPerhaps they never will. |
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