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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `& f( e4 b- b2 N# U3 t- [* |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) q* B1 z& D& P8 e1 _' M1 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," E. Y4 S, l7 X2 ~% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [2 F: ~1 L/ O! M6 y- X- E: w' e0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 N) _5 ]9 K% J& ^, L$ v
How you suffered for you sanity, ; T1 M, [1 q3 f$ `6 R' o# L k3 |1 o
How you tried to set them free, & J0 c! y+ n; t/ h2 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g) Z; p1 D- X" u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * G# P. Z# ]0 Q. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! m& P3 b5 F* k6 I5 s5 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " P$ i5 j* t; I7 h# G
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,
# K- F% _, ?8 @ g( U8 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
M9 z: g7 K5 ?3 g4 ~6 L1 `- ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ?8 f- `7 Q7 N/ A* \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 V2 K/ K- x& h/ V: k# z) I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) z! b% H6 M, D1 f. |0 H- u
7 X, Q! c4 w' t0 R2 I4 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. z; Q8 e. \$ H9 i8 ]' V' [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) L* ]2 m# n7 c5 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ?6 m i5 O- iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 A$ l8 u9 c( v8 K" H
' x$ O$ w5 ]6 O% S0 r- ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , \" t; [- S+ ]0 }# M# f
How you suffered for you sanity,+ C- @' ^4 A9 Q
How you tried to set them free, ) I! L M7 m V, f, r3 {9 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) P) J! ~7 h% ~* U( u- n3 RPerhaps they never will. |
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