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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . d7 D1 I" W7 X9 R% {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! K/ y& y& d- \5 y4 j3 V% ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; X) j$ ^% U6 U) w8 s+ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 F) y2 l- z6 e6 H$ A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ z5 T) v4 q( L) U9 k9 q
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 I9 H% z3 n/ t K; k1 o) g
How you tried to set them free, 5 X9 t) B8 [' y: G) j7 r _/ v! D9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # q5 X2 O! E2 `+ J4 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 v2 I( i4 O( f) w+ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" B0 S% i; p. U! Z5 q* NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: g1 h" J' h( {6 o# QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + d0 L }* `& V1 B3 p( A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & d4 J9 k0 ~4 H2 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 O* z3 B0 X- B1 q- E6 \( m2 t( L- ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o) F" p# I' ]9 [$ iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 [1 A8 `. [# I" m0 f7 \. r) t% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. O$ P2 P( X( [! V
. E, R5 E' f1 T. HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 R8 D1 l+ C& m' L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 @8 Y# h6 w- q" C! KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 r9 \. L% v& T0 E$ L/ w
The 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 ?6 Q7 o e, I5 j9 u% g0 }6 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
d! ]4 S1 b) w) R7 k5 ~$ hHow you tried to set them free, & S3 u2 Q9 j; G2 e
They would not listen they're not listening still, + N$ ~/ w( O' Q( H3 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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