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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% c% `3 a2 Y( _4 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 n: B: ^% R0 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 V/ u9 L" v' a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: f: v; l5 h# J1 k1 ^8 I1 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e8 b: O9 O: B# f) A- DHow you suffered for you sanity, ! f5 B/ f1 X- h+ L/ v
How you tried to set them free, 6 t0 N1 I) }9 n3 d: Z+ { h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. n$ }$ e3 Z9 G6 u0 f; @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ s; b c8 T8 t. m9 K& t M9 n }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 P7 B$ b) b4 @6 Z! Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " R) w" T# ~2 W- S
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, % E8 n2 t9 h7 U/ c+ K: z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * G7 E: f* g7 O6 l& g: \( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . O) `% C2 H) K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 z% S1 c/ H l" rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 V7 k; W5 m2 k" b( J$ B- p
2 }4 h# A+ y) x* ?- ^9 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , p9 ~+ n ^5 @8 w- ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " H% [; n( Y; m3 Y& @4 K4 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G. F: @- `7 W, g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : W% ? C$ G3 O& B; h: \
/ h; x# a* H$ l9 B' F) w2 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 G8 ?1 X# X2 A& I x4 O" ^7 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
" E- S& l/ v6 G4 p. g w. s* A1 DHow you tried to set them free, " E$ r$ R2 z# I( b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; {1 x$ n' E5 i" k& D* g
Perhaps they never will. |
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