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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' \5 V5 t8 s. r! X- K. X! c( [+ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Y' k6 X9 Y, N4 c9 X8 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ V' [# F2 J) A0 M1 Y1 r6 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Y9 q6 n) F' P- w! `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h8 k4 l+ `* k+ ?: `! r
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 @9 U5 }9 \" q6 S8 t" U' `How you tried to set them free,
; \5 L% \0 x ]9 t$ T7 _; e. RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* s6 a3 p! W1 i- SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. f4 ?8 @6 T3 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 v% I+ r+ G$ ]. l" \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( ?: ~; E G* x2 J& n/ F" xWeathered 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, 2 ?) x5 ?9 _4 O1 _/ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Q( i: q) C0 ]" j) p' v3 N# wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ^* g/ W1 Y' G; e* m8 p4 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, . k9 Q; v8 u% z2 \" d( }/ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 u0 _& J6 ^: o9 g. c% h( E
+ p ^, o8 m; |: W4 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 p# b# b9 N/ d' d0 q" QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , H3 B2 R2 w2 W2 ~% w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . x1 t. [2 `4 \! _- G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * |) a$ y- C8 Z6 l; j! b) L
% N( `3 i+ I5 X5 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: j+ H4 T; Q* w, B; P( PHow you suffered for you sanity,1 c* e# V y y0 O [: b! }" b; H% q
How you tried to set them free, / r7 O; D3 e* ?( u3 z8 D0 S% X/ J
They would not listen they're not listening still, * N; A" C% S# J. z; R8 X2 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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