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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! T$ B$ a: ~- U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 a$ j& m" F2 K$ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ h! ?2 N ?2 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + G! j+ {% @& N3 S6 T% o' B8 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! S r# l: S. ~5 W5 ]9 g. x
How you suffered for you sanity, / p5 H2 ]8 M5 A. w5 g3 h7 l
How you tried to set them free,
3 s4 A* P8 ?1 t0 q* e! k. Q7 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Z' w- n1 u0 c' ^) T7 G; C3 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* a ~3 H3 \+ f' @8 J: r9 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. X3 D# L, U+ o8 N; IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. l, V$ B9 V' t/ ^; {1 P+ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : G2 e& N0 x8 F0 }
/ w6 c6 Q8 R W( \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& k3 ]# K% L8 `3 L" [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& o* v# F+ ~" E) r i' ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! i* {! _: J" {+ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 M8 f& `2 o( ~" ~- z# aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / k" E& |; i3 x. z6 O) u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ `9 d7 f |# o. Y( G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 \5 j5 J; L( J& N; XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " k) C) W( W8 r& k2 q) ?" I
2 T4 \; F8 F2 `. Z$ X1 _5 k6 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( r; _* [* H, w2 e6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,2 w& h1 t' o7 j K' P: k
How you tried to set them free,
9 R( l. K) S) HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! i. [6 q) Q- r! h2 S' b' t
Perhaps they never will. |
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