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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. R# q% ?8 Y' x! R$ \- [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 V) o9 `, X/ U' mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# a/ C) u3 U+ g! Q# sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' _! n4 x2 n* O/ t0 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: d/ Q& Q) K' O' EHow you suffered for you sanity, & J5 z# E0 \! \8 W
How you tried to set them free, # r, Y) y l, P- y. I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 C0 ~, H3 j4 k( N8 S: }, h! eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 B7 y$ _+ g2 Z; ^% j' V* G# v2 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I* o3 i# _( R; j6 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # `1 L& W& Y7 I1 B, G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 b7 s6 C* A) j) `4 v. \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , `1 X1 I C' H. P; R+ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, `; U& b3 U9 B* K( h/ V( o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( b5 `7 ]' d3 _& tBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' Z* _4 c! |! K0 ]- i0 j6 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& U! p! ]; s6 e8 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c8 Z. x) p/ a) i, eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ p! N. G" Q" k( k! y5 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. h1 D; ]: Z) r+ R2 F# QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 A/ }3 i/ C& L
8 _- ^. ~( @3 x \7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 h! r9 X5 R5 v3 g4 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 n2 l2 H# S9 y- E( K. A1 THow you tried to set them free,
4 b( Q. L1 W: U, Q5 A9 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 d( _& n+ ~1 S, }, [/ k- e
Perhaps they never will. |
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