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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ A2 S) L( ~5 D7 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ J8 o8 B( ?. ] w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
}$ `% |, \5 o8 M! ]4 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + ?0 `5 d3 j- H" [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Q4 {+ H* y8 ]- i2 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
. D' }- V" D) k. sHow you tried to set them free,
2 a; Y. U8 `" H8 G* TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 l- {( F; @% E. v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 i: [% u% f" W; J% o; y1 z6 N7 v) S4 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + w, t* s- J* w# `8 n- k7 G: z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 f) {2 T+ _8 ~! g# ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |: G, r; u8 j" ]7 v
5 l3 w5 D4 G0 H3 y' UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' t% e6 Z# r% C! q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& s) K8 o1 g D) PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
^, T( p. j& t' v* W, m' tBut I could have told you, Vincent, T0 f( M5 W2 r {# P2 \$ P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" F$ H g' L" W. w5 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : u/ n5 I1 Y) c2 T5 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - b! T# p3 O7 E$ v) M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M! X' G0 v w# }/ V
3 O" l! @/ w' F2 J% w9 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / G! z, K4 G& }- H
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ g3 _3 p# J( F% Z# _. ~6 \How you tried to set them free, 1 w3 `1 d/ T& A: U, g
They would not listen they're not listening still, * B2 w6 x+ X. [& y+ R) v& x9 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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