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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 t& Q! V5 r0 |. M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 }! b) J( X# O" u5 |9 K, J/ ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& @8 w4 g" Z% l; @$ d; p- E& u, NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! o; F! o+ Q \) ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 c+ n5 `4 s4 ^9 k3 ~# W
How you suffered for you sanity, + R) v( [. L/ U
How you tried to set them free, 0 N+ b0 p9 p$ I: i# }- T" |6 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ^/ R* D6 W; F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) P9 l5 p3 V" K( LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; ]+ u& @2 M% {( \4 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ?1 A6 [6 q( M6 w" V: C8 h* @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; d; I0 Y0 a) {' e2 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) B/ B |! D% Z1 z# G- V* z GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j2 g& M6 G# E, e$ r- Y: `( pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 y) b5 v4 U. q8 F% H$ s1 O& h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 P9 ^) s5 l3 P5 I5 d0 t' I% k: LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; P, F9 V0 W m
U+ p* L; J5 x* E. MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Q) X p, P5 ?6 g- [6 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ l' ], X0 w6 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 b% D7 s+ r# p6 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 a, X) h' r: z- L0 Q5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,6 k9 K# ~' R3 P( I" E' L- F
How you tried to set them free,
( `" `( @5 M" h! ?They would not listen they're not listening still, ( @+ j( }7 T; r1 D4 K9 w: z
Perhaps they never will. |
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