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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ d2 m, R! f) f/ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; W5 U9 ]& Z' J* o, ^3 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% J Y/ {9 K5 E# p2 J( ~ d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " J: H0 g+ w( e* B( c0 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* V& V- @) V0 s# \How you suffered for you sanity, 6 y( _5 T4 i1 r# z
How you tried to set them free,
R& T0 C, G3 c# f6 J3 o$ r* _! R* iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + \7 F3 E0 z/ l: m# g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Z! G9 u* [; D# U7 B* ~5 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 B5 d2 t& g5 p$ S! A: vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 P5 {% g8 [1 m; v4 e/ b) }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 \# J+ R3 b! K/ l; P3 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 a4 G, N3 n* c2 u2 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 D9 g4 J6 ]* s1 O/ w5 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 s5 c2 s: {" q: B- N9 M: M
But I could have told you, Vincent, . _& \! t6 |: F( c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * G: \1 ~# h1 n) d d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. B: C; {8 Q4 T/ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Q) ?2 @4 C3 a& J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 U- C, Z; X3 r) z
& F$ [; ^5 u/ ]7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : o7 m& P$ R' p3 a4 x1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,2 K) B& z1 s+ j" Y6 _3 J
How you tried to set them free,
$ j! q" [9 n/ _' n3 H, ^, m% K1 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
* D& ^4 M. M1 T! S: n0 EPerhaps they never will. |
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