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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % G( w9 V$ R0 L7 E B3 q/ d: x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ?: I2 D( {( _2 O. R" W2 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# L$ z L4 v' o( b1 ^. n; oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- o+ g, i" ^5 h! ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 N# r9 S9 G7 l" H
How you suffered for you sanity,
! q/ K0 U5 K) h3 k' f0 C8 B! _( xHow you tried to set them free,
$ S/ @: I$ c1 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 I4 D" x' d9 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 F1 ]7 S9 K$ A( X0 N7 u5 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 b0 |0 k7 K, S1 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ \9 I. D( S m" W- x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . E0 A' y4 ~* x: Q% r
# i! _6 e( N. B4 Y6 i; TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
`' G' z; K, E3 p) y/ zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) S4 {. `# k0 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 X6 f5 v' d: U) y5 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, & g: f/ J& M, y: ?" ?& j2 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( q( {; q, I. |( _% u9 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 f: c. \+ i0 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 @8 Q @: \1 b$ z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 D. z2 o, I! i$ x- A; G) v/ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' m# A8 S0 n% e6 n( m
8 S/ z% u" a: gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 w/ Q- V& e4 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ~% x4 P. a/ P. E* g$ e+ |+ T+ _ h) BHow you tried to set them free,
" \* x% L+ l5 C N) a+ V6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ m8 ?1 Z5 q/ oPerhaps they never will. |
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