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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ? r! P; K4 f/ d G2 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ p2 Y+ m% Q3 O* I+ j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 y x; X* t# ?/ D# z5 p% PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ ~4 |) a) v) eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 n @' |7 X7 {4 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
: D0 M; \% K. I) w% j" X4 fHow you tried to set them free,
1 f" a9 a& ~9 O9 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
C! W0 M; E' c4 s9 R. p: FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 g/ ? n- S! O4 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* E" {3 u# m% b; @6 s9 B% ]% |& rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f x6 b* G: G) K1 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Z/ G( }3 H# i# ?; m# [# k1 A7 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & D1 b2 u( x" n( H! q! }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 D& r& p( Z! E5 k& J7 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 N+ I& I5 }7 a% Z& ?: jBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' v; a5 j3 U$ R% ?# W" s5 C* x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. J7 i: X2 W' |, {' J0 Z+ u
. y, W! R. E% o6 O1 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Z8 W4 v. ~# v3 w; H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 x" n( P; v3 A% n3 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 q% ]7 f3 T: `( |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: F( j6 s# E3 G/ d3 n* kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 j: a+ o3 m0 C8 k* p
How you suffered for you sanity,- W; d6 M8 f+ z4 t1 _$ i( G |
How you tried to set them free, 6 }" u5 d6 G5 | C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& _1 a7 x; l7 @ f+ aPerhaps they never will. |
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