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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ H2 P: C% b* a5 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- p: Z1 y" a% F) J& x; zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 u% m4 c! B9 p A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 B; @- a, ]0 I% [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ _+ ^4 ?) ^: C/ r" P' ?$ h- u6 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 h; J$ J$ i! I4 w9 f1 x% ~How you tried to set them free, # [- S; _4 r6 Y( v/ c( u0 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , U# y" S( L' ~# [* C5 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 g4 {, g7 A( g3 H0 ?. I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ^ g1 L% t4 J4 |3 w4 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, [& y! c" h8 n1 f7 Y1 f) n4 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) N, V0 P4 t# t3 o* u
0 l) D$ ~1 t5 e# ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 P2 _; n% E O6 b7 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 N. U, u( Q+ m& V/ m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; p! f; q0 E8 P% L9 f- T. }+ q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 }3 N* [7 V, j5 e$ `% K8 D& i- C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " s' l3 m' S: M$ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % N8 j, l2 O9 v6 } ~( G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 K9 {& L) R/ j4 S7 y- y8 _ d6 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : _2 s0 G! N9 ~* D3 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Q7 B$ n1 H2 k8 F6 [
I- @) v( @7 R( x/ l; g. a4 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: ^" d1 d `, }* J7 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 v" o0 F2 |7 ~5 ]% h: FHow you tried to set them free,
3 d% I3 [0 V( n" wThey would not listen they're not listening still, " a+ Y2 ^" g. Q. J- O/ O% k" U
Perhaps they never will. |
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