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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 X/ X: x) l! J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) t4 l1 R; a( X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! T; T8 t' P# X0 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 S( b5 X1 U: R. j5 `5 e- `( z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& y) N8 O5 c# h% a/ F: p( k
How you suffered for you sanity,
- @, G1 a; F$ Q+ b; u, DHow you tried to set them free,
I/ i; M; K0 X5 z+ l5 u+ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & O) ?3 v d- ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 F, ^( T H5 U' Y" f7 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) _ ?" t8 n' ?7 K$ f$ I9 i H+ a _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' b- z2 e5 w8 e9 hWeathered 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,
* T b: f$ S- _: r8 H2 g0 b" GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# h7 _% J, T- n A4 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% t6 J4 B; U5 Z* v JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 S8 h/ G- n$ C3 p5 a4 U/ {( aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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p( w6 Q% D/ c8 E5 N( KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 A9 w4 @2 T5 c( F; J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 {% I, k' b8 u3 [4 A4 n, D1 F- d3 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ?' y+ K$ Q5 l b# w# b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ^7 z* Q) K: u, C
! A: d, @+ w! j% f+ Y9 _+ @" }3 e6 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M9 C) Z6 I% A6 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
- {* I7 A" n0 i, t$ HHow you tried to set them free, 5 K6 ]& y; L6 Q8 v, y- p# U1 K {! Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f3 j. B8 G* D) }5 y7 k# Z. O3 wPerhaps they never will. |
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