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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 y1 {7 q& u3 w7 R9 t' d1 t* ]% z$ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 s$ a& I$ @: [* oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: K) t7 |0 |" Q; N4 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 u/ U D/ l) y. H+ i% XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 w8 ]" V, S% C* f/ w! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ |) e$ E* Y& M+ THow you tried to set them free,
8 C* U1 L) ~5 s, j* fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , O! d# s8 j% k- e( p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. N3 h: o1 {- A& c+ K5 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* m" W8 b) O; X% XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & {2 {# Z! B- B$ T+ K, Z X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! V' T) G0 D ]7 z& DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 [8 U7 o3 l8 `; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / r: d8 z; m/ V& |7 p8 X( h3 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 P# v7 R C6 }+ N9 L9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ \0 i7 S9 }" j* B9 j$ m. ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 P, {* w# h; q
! I1 X3 f7 G/ f) J' ?' AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
C; [' @2 I( l6 H+ q& uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ?. n3 H# f+ X$ }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ b6 l2 j+ R7 [4 L- {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - s1 i& M3 C' S* ^: R
# K, x1 h5 m; V6 b: V# rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 _ R6 Z$ e$ D6 [How you suffered for you sanity,
" T3 O1 p9 X, R4 c9 wHow you tried to set them free,
. `, n' f4 t" Y7 q8 P5 H1 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, / s9 ~5 Z3 g$ r% W- K6 \ w) p
Perhaps they never will. |
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