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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 o5 w/ X2 _- ]; g4 _" Q8 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ]9 U& J6 T6 M' L; U# H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X6 ?" x" Q9 I, e/ k9 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' H6 }/ ~" W# SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 S" ?' i. `5 `
How you suffered for you sanity, G7 U2 O- T: f
How you tried to set them free,
) n( _+ F! l6 b4 g& Z% m v1 ~9 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " X$ s7 m' W& b2 f& T: F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, X8 u! Y, j- b9 r! m8 L6 I, J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : F, P9 w% y* A4 F5 O2 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 h' \9 l% G @& o- e. ]7 @% d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + ~- T+ {5 {0 ?0 _/ X, i" t3 C! p7 g, j
- J1 H3 c% q3 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 T' S7 ]! b$ j$ H7 E% C* sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 i9 p8 B; m6 J* b9 y" OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * Y/ a0 x8 p6 h |: N& Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' V% t4 a" U; {0 g0 p" H) R& n: I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 y9 i/ l/ E2 R9 d0 X; a, Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V+ [0 k7 T: J9 x4 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) [0 |# G) ^2 N5 x0 f$ ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ w1 _; c3 @- y8 ^" o* uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & t: T& u8 q3 U3 R8 i+ [! J% }
How you suffered for you sanity,' v' C7 E/ P1 w% e5 s
How you tried to set them free,
) Q5 | g& q5 p( bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! N: l9 P R% H; C+ APerhaps they never will. |
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