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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; d2 ~4 S& @8 @1 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
V& u/ r: [4 d5 H3 }# Q9 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 |* T+ F4 a7 Z+ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) P" y9 ?: y/ Y6 Y! INow I understand what you tried to say to me,! A! `" r& b6 G" W; w7 n
How you suffered for you sanity, ( P) j) |9 w' \1 N
How you tried to set them free, & e* E \" ]( z: M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( m4 V8 m1 V4 i1 K/ y2 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 e8 i& I0 b& t0 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ?, D c7 u) t- pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% U" L1 k" y/ W7 X2 X7 t0 ]- AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X, P% T4 s5 u, K& v2 Y) C6 |6 H+ i
" B0 Q1 }# l6 U" Q; f2 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 {5 s! @! {0 ?2 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Z2 P* Q, g& ?1 n# F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / M7 ~& V7 v$ h' H% j! m+ X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ U( m% R0 u7 i. M% M/ N, [. dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! y7 `( \& d6 R/ Z( O/ Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 H# Z4 w( I0 e4 i& b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ q# _ F5 Y; b& y0 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
L7 G. Y2 _' f6 G' I3 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. r1 @, Q+ J; C" m) K: S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - L: ~/ h% X1 c% L3 k/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,' `% \6 Z" R6 q( i0 s, q
How you tried to set them free,
. S! z2 n8 i4 r6 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
r1 n* W% E; R' oPerhaps they never will. |
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