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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Z6 @" ?3 G( C3 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' I4 Q' {' p! [6 [% S; X1 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) D! V% T! o' k+ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + m1 O/ K+ a5 ?! }# H. q, o# Y% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* p% }" u' J) r$ ^! b
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 E1 z9 q; B2 |& k7 n: ]+ W
How you tried to set them free,
1 N' t9 q2 n" T) a$ C9 q6 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( [; T) q5 Q$ m9 N! \; ?8 ]4 \( d! l& }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# ?$ |; u' J+ v; v5 O; a uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ~, o" L$ L y5 d' \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * P7 c! F5 l4 J$ i9 G; t0 v. c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ T) ~, }" I) T9 v* l, KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
@8 P6 c' y3 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # h' e% W2 b) e8 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ P- I" V# h; Q% Z8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , v6 z* L% @8 e0 p4 g
( w* R3 L# V7 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 e+ |8 e/ A5 G& Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / o. z, L) ?7 h/ F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 Y8 H8 O6 P7 ` T1 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 S5 A1 v2 f* [) q/ p1 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ^4 n3 Y. Z9 L r7 q' @How you suffered for you sanity,! o7 Z+ X4 ~0 n9 j% i- m9 U" r( ]
How you tried to set them free,
! N6 Q- Y' v; s7 q+ \They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 K4 E% \) r7 n+ f2 i: }# @8 r. _, n
Perhaps they never will. |
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