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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 `" k$ @8 E7 j0 A+ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % c4 i1 U- t$ g. V( f% P5 ` U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. s( V" I5 g* @' B* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 t) B7 u: p* _* ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! Y, `; q% _% L9 P
How you suffered for you sanity, : \9 s5 s9 N3 F9 q. U" W' h" U6 r
How you tried to set them free, 5 @% _* _9 G& ^" O: E1 [/ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Z9 ]; b+ s1 { M- MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 _! P& k0 B- ?. o4 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " P$ Z+ n( X" b- A N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 \9 P9 y5 l& N: KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& k" V& H$ J% I! u- l6 e5 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 a8 x4 t, q+ _1 s3 \( _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h# H* Y R* b M( ~# eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : p$ n$ l& C% l2 P8 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 o' _1 V- {# @# r7 l% U( j$ l1 k' z; o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 t8 T6 A! H' k7 L
( f9 q( V& G7 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , U$ C2 X9 c, q4 a5 k* U# z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 C) ?6 V* n' H5 r0 Y; `5 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : r" m% O1 v8 u3 d% E1 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 m; V5 ] F; I" ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* N% F4 Q( K( ]$ a5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 i8 M, {: ^' Q: Q! q3 H& h7 bHow you tried to set them free, , ~* H: t6 L; \0 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& V: e H6 ~7 G4 f3 aPerhaps they never will. |
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