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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ^8 \7 b" q& N+ `, W/ @& T" @6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Y6 D. f# U8 J8 O" N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: h4 S5 R/ t: _' P& R& y; J QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; k5 N% V" L& S, B% ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ^2 R# F& R8 ~' jHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ I, f4 z z+ r2 X! I* I0 FHow you tried to set them free, 3 D' K: L$ [2 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ {# h+ ^* `8 d" L8 O( ?" ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! ]! b% [: C. I* qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: d1 z* O# s6 g* w1 u2 x/ ~' h6 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 _" n) C; U0 f; B8 j7 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : @3 ~# y9 N* V4 A8 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 _0 A' |. D- Q# ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( e" P7 n+ k5 r, T+ C5 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 O6 `8 i, n; q" \8 F1 E0 x" V! \ D& d( jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 a; c# _) k2 d Q; o7 T2 r& g9 ~! iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 O# R0 Y! T0 c" |! J7 X I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# r1 @' f+ w$ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 u v0 l5 m# I0 ^/ | a/ y6 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 [9 L$ f$ W7 \ |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 q9 j ^6 J0 Q s0 h5 q2 s
- z/ E$ q1 i( N4 J9 e" PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% e* n2 y/ t7 Q4 n( k+ o/ yHow you suffered for you sanity,: r5 E+ J; y. J) Q' @ M. i
How you tried to set them free, - W# t+ W! }$ D8 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 A" o; S; F1 z5 l: z
Perhaps they never will. |
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