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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 E" h/ i: Q, S( ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 a# D: H1 u( }* ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' u4 v; e" }/ A* r5 U' L- @* b( VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 n! ?# P0 N- }) u8 O& @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ]( X8 K) Y1 T# ~1 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
* G% L/ {7 w1 M( GHow you tried to set them free, ; F2 b2 @1 V- Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Z" k4 \, p: V& M0 W' `9 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : L9 G( [7 r8 z* T% G: y. O; X/ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 r9 s5 [/ ^/ g6 s, b4 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. F8 w5 J" S/ P2 k$ Y9 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ?8 ^' J& I$ `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 f& @( Z! V: q1 g0 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# V$ L- |, P& ]2 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, l d7 G5 A# F. Z: D& X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 u$ B8 S# y: S f7 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 t% ^4 x( J5 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 F# \5 R d9 K$ Y& C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 `& r3 Z! m d7 S9 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' r: G" R) \6 n9 U5 j8 A- _' T4 s7 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" p5 B' w7 x0 _- m1 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 g5 Q5 Z1 {$ t3 E6 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
) [, B* o: K9 S5 x/ BHow you tried to set them free,
* F( R1 F- e2 y5 p" l1 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 A, c! c- T' g# }! [
Perhaps they never will. |
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