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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 F, Y1 T% j1 a/ c. k1 _( I# c! MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * q4 j" n" q, [1 r0 B3 ?7 g q0 }& S% ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* F! E* u, p# t1 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - g9 j' A+ j H, R( G' i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( v% a) Q6 h- w3 u( G( L
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ^# l! `0 P8 K' W; V A9 _How you tried to set them free,
* ~) d- l; v1 v; ^5 n- rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. m: R n% l. @6 H- fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & i7 x$ G. {# a3 o5 @' J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, o& Q+ j" m: V; H+ U2 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! J; r9 G# z2 a& iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / n, l. ]* F* w; s, B/ h$ a
4 c$ |6 F& T* V" c: @$ W* t; eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / w; W* W4 F+ X' S) N1 @# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 m' s. W( K6 J* OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # b& G3 B8 X" S$ h2 K5 f. D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 {8 T2 v1 r& T( P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 k6 w3 a) K( C! y9 @ ^9 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A# Z% @4 b! g, B5 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 W" B. W% B+ x aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # E! t/ P/ O; b: H* {
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,
( ?0 t3 W( ~( `1 D+ UHow you suffered for you sanity,) W% u3 x: [+ L1 Y1 {+ D
How you tried to set them free, 2 Y( J( l, ~" B- R
They would not listen they're not listening still, - B, S5 b3 U9 l3 ~6 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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