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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L0 M/ A# J P# k& k K8 v5 T( _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & g9 a0 I8 C' y5 y2 A# d& U3 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- x j* ^6 T0 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 [6 K- B- e0 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 q" S# w/ a5 b% PHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ?7 e4 A' g" e. n1 S' ?: mHow you tried to set them free, ) U& R7 F5 Q6 r* y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& m g5 Y# d' d" Y: u/ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 j- t% o, _( Z/ J* sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; ?1 v+ r& ^3 u8 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, C8 k! g& V1 C; ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * j& R$ L1 H0 u4 `/ Q: W) p* P
. n1 Z) ^) K9 M: U* e, q5 q2 F/ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / i1 Y* D' L7 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 N. r! X: r: o$ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: N3 d( u3 ]; a. N" u# zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 |( y( N$ @4 L% g* p5 Y( xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 b) N- y7 m. A+ q2 s4 u; f9 h: m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 v9 H; {& y, Z- g5 X0 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : I) p0 |* H/ W5 H S: I) F. w9 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - H, \, G6 C' T& | X, \4 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / N Q! V6 i! S3 ^& F
* t4 b$ t+ `% E/ [+ `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 j! H' D+ X5 \8 ]% g% YHow you suffered for you sanity,
" V) G6 u: c- K' gHow you tried to set them free, & g% z8 D3 n3 D1 N. i8 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! A0 m& Q1 x- d$ d; r# X
Perhaps they never will. |
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