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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ c; a: ~# @; W4 w" B7 Y2 j+ R! @ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- n5 T: @3 H! i W- H; JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! X( X, j# T4 K: GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* I" W- Y" m2 l; T- H2 b; t, O' TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 c6 h: u+ x) x& @; B7 n3 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ; R) P, B9 X& p% }
How you tried to set them free,
8 F% ]0 p8 Z4 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; o, b5 T/ k( |5 A4 Q) bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 p# a( g9 U4 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# e" f/ f* p6 c% g3 M# ]7 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ?# j& r$ O1 ?6 W6 JWeathered 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,
9 a2 d( p( T; {1 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) p" O" a' x( T7 ^+ a" e, QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 z% @% f& b- X( r L I% y% ~! ^: HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( k6 l5 T9 N8 k8 L# ^/ \6 i t! H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 B0 Y/ P) N4 c+ x; ?% }$ c4 g
+ u8 j. o. g& J. YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . }! U/ z6 |: d) y8 u9 F0 W. k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- e5 M0 c& ]4 O& w1 G' f U$ V R9 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 x/ h# {" M- J/ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - j1 |& ?& Y7 s2 G* b
1 T3 B5 a& h# E. k" {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 G$ F& r" P3 l; G. I3 ]2 o0 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
" d8 @5 F2 O: AHow you tried to set them free, / y! c$ r# f6 f) C8 b2 w. Y: u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 a2 p( l. B" d- R- x- b3 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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