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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , f6 v6 ~: c$ H- \/ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% C j' {7 A4 j$ I4 H" G+ `0 B5 x0 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( h6 h: {: ~3 L) W5 P. c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" F9 S; W5 X- x5 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 A# y+ s& T; v7 N$ B
How you suffered for you sanity, ! H: t/ t+ u2 n4 V, v
How you tried to set them free,
& L5 m5 \3 c X% ?& {. pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & v9 {0 d/ e' I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Y/ e- ~! w/ Q; U! |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. k. K) _4 T: lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) d2 [: o# M1 H0 N0 w+ @9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! g! O$ J1 e3 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! f* ~0 x7 m# s+ z; ?+ _! kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- W& ~ H0 f; b& k3 ~) q% P1 F: @But I could have told you, Vincent, . }3 ^% y/ C v/ A2 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 D! B4 q9 E( _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % X$ o/ |6 [$ G- s* o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 C9 I3 k; f! v. W0 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ C7 [7 ?9 `) C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& J3 t# q' K. j8 T$ E' p+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,( j6 U' z# l0 e; Z( z, c) x
How you tried to set them free, ( u+ N) Q3 k+ @/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 p" K2 ^! i) F9 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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