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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B. y- f* m' k. f$ t1 d# ^- u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 _( X' X4 P- n) m3 C+ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ |' L2 o% m2 h7 b' U8 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 v1 e8 z$ a. J, l0 { W7 M; ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,# U; |$ R7 l6 d' }
How you suffered for you sanity, - `0 L; Z i( o Y
How you tried to set them free,
" a. R$ g0 _' i i7 d, YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / S. F# M( O) X$ Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
j% m/ S- k# f& \* C* i, @2 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - f. Q+ \/ e5 F3 C5 h( q9 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) A' s" H" v/ v1 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " H4 z- _7 T# I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ], y: x* x3 F2 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Q( \0 N$ C# o4 G# d$ k6 H% ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" X' B v6 ~, ?( E* [But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 f0 z, n5 _! B7 Q+ u' VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # f# l! w7 `5 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 t+ J* s9 }: D& h8 u; ]: `8 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ V* J, ]- U- e' n! a' O" V$ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 Q2 F. D- i& i% ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" G' i* ~. o5 }# G. h8 _- ^* `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ r5 R J3 I' R0 _How you suffered for you sanity,7 [' h: J4 H4 T
How you tried to set them free,
7 C6 W, a) g' yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 G$ q. l' Z5 k/ V2 m- s8 g9 H- J
Perhaps they never will. |
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