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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Z6 }6 L5 Y6 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 y: y9 K' q; I( [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 a2 x7 e* y j; `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j: T& L% j" K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( C# Q' O: J7 L9 N5 u; S) C) ~
How you suffered for you sanity, % k: n. p# V) D! p* ^
How you tried to set them free, ' [. b' |, U. e. x% P5 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' a, E) e4 `4 W8 z' [2 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a, I- z" o4 R# C( m: W) m- |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 a5 W' o$ x8 t5 i) U9 i n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 g! ~% e9 S- [: l [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, , v3 H$ r9 l% F2 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 |! W. W' n, a; \ J1 m3 V0 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 C! ~, ~: f' [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 P' r+ V: F" [, j# \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ t; a6 |2 |, Y; n; t$ \
9 L. G, J0 R8 n6 |2 m0 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + n( t6 w9 O) r; m6 T6 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + t( k1 N5 d6 c0 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ]# x3 D/ C, W" JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 D \( S3 [3 M( u# {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( P3 J% t, D4 s8 p% I
How you suffered for you sanity,$ S9 h; J1 B) m' Z( ]
How you tried to set them free,
$ C9 s) N+ t1 o7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 I) @! v4 d6 E+ y9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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