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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! A& N4 T. @3 A5 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 m/ T' _2 b6 f* Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ l4 T/ V9 \# f4 J9 \" ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' z% ^4 P( L; o8 {$ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* O+ @ ]6 ~5 F; w4 }2 a DHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 k$ `& H5 f- P- t; h
How you tried to set them free, 4 q$ d C) P3 m1 f. N% V8 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 U+ W' t6 l% t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; i0 F$ V c9 x7 Q9 W2 }. HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Z* a$ ]5 @! D/ kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / _+ O7 V/ q* o+ v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " E# d) N% ]( \, C, A( d2 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 m% @$ g1 J6 O; M; q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, @6 k- D+ q2 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 C; f0 |+ U9 Z+ GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- q: R9 ]% Z D0 B" l- _5 Q0 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' I$ P2 M e& d5 T0 o0 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 C' |1 C/ }& W, h$ P7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; M1 }8 t. k+ Q. J- VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ]$ y. E! z. Q: ~' {/ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* z) N1 d" I [% Z. hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * E9 _0 }9 c+ n, E) {' k7 W
How you suffered for you sanity,* i3 M' ?0 I/ q# h+ g) l5 S# s
How you tried to set them free, , t! d3 B/ Y$ f, ^4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( W* e V9 ~1 n4 y9 p; ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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