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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 k2 ?6 _5 ]& `( n2 T; l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 n; N: z+ a$ Q) h- IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 N" S- n3 L6 ^) [& h3 Q: K+ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & X' z1 S+ n2 x- {) P4 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, o0 v9 W& |9 r; j: D, g. XHow you suffered for you sanity, / M! @' i/ H2 q3 X* |- `
How you tried to set them free,
. j0 z' q& P6 a# h8 i- w* X6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; i0 H3 ~6 z" f2 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : A* j9 x8 s4 \8 z+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& b" A% X. q. C# @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 P& X8 Z5 V& b: Y: F+ }- U6 h: O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' M$ S8 X3 u; n: n3 {+ k7 a
/ q9 f3 s' s; C/ E2 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' k U# f' Y+ y* qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + a3 ^) P2 ^ `% ]9 ]7 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# {5 o) r3 m) }+ o3 Q9 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; C% a) o& d9 O! N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 E1 m/ C- e! r' d9 \; SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 E- r, F ]8 m" P" w0 l9 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
L8 O6 k5 q, ~- b0 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' a Z/ u- A+ l( lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " }4 D0 k9 @) Z* V& k& D
& C' H5 Z% ] N4 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 [ t$ R( B# H, C7 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
; m* J- ~) D) t) C) wHow you tried to set them free,
' n- P4 h7 x |- L3 k- zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 t Z* P8 ]$ @9 R4 D2 z5 h, JPerhaps they never will. |
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