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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " \/ O! }- \! y+ s! t; e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : J+ V: D5 w, y' s& g) V/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 h; y3 z9 f# b& J5 A4 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- W7 S: ^* U, U% I3 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Q, c( C+ n$ p$ EHow you suffered for you sanity, & h1 o; |' L. c E3 J3 y
How you tried to set them free,
D4 r4 {# [( Q. i( cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v E/ \. W# ~ m$ VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q, h! H% D) B% z4 s9 ]# K! J7 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . m# Y, v8 ]7 t$ q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( k$ j( z! o5 V* I6 |+ l l. wWeathered 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, % _5 N5 i8 Q1 y: C- z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + q% N/ a% m# g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 J4 H) o# s2 z) v% A: zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 n! ?' y" H+ p) n( J% N$ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 o" S2 x; ]) e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: S5 T( U& X. qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % D( a p% _1 j; K9 _: _; W1 ]" N! f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 O, f6 S+ w5 t6 C" }- W" r% N
) w) i, r6 E' t5 v/ y' e$ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" t8 m, J3 F1 [) f" iHow you suffered for you sanity,
?' G, V, s( x! ~+ c0 NHow you tried to set them free,
7 \9 l" F Y3 X+ i# l( R2 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 K Z3 ?0 t5 a h& W
Perhaps they never will. |
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