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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , N! I, r5 V: ?( V) ~1 C4 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # q4 O! `: ]% _9 J) K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ m% N+ F1 w8 u N' m: v' JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- Z0 l8 } Z# D8 C. s; R& V. `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 p0 X% F* v! y' _
How you suffered for you sanity,
q+ K; _5 e+ KHow you tried to set them free, 4 V, v! b; C! i, g# R( w1 F8 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & M8 R7 W8 Q# k* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # t' z; b" G2 b/ ^8 J L1 ~2 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & }- l% _5 `. z3 c' {3 D% `8 x5 P1 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' c- C. W5 |) V, W* R: OWeathered 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, , ?# M3 T2 M' _' n, O2 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & B7 O6 q4 X3 N3 l$ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
e1 T; W4 o- E2 l \2 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 u: v- i5 g NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( j, }0 _/ d# h/ f. T* O5 o( R' }
6 y. O) O& u3 a4 } b' J) E' e' eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `" \; b/ ]' V" j) O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % p3 f( B& M9 r) S2 q9 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 ~' v( H e" B) t1 Y3 v6 m, dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 d8 S+ ^' D/ K' l4 i/ Q) z& s
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 I3 ^/ {& K4 K6 Z: m( D' zHow you tried to set them free,
4 [5 b$ v6 e/ Q, x5 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
& \" f0 x/ X8 m7 A9 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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