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; d+ y! T5 K$ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ]" R3 F; ~# t2 S" q, J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 W7 w: A" j0 k; FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, {8 b3 U, L6 P" h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ~5 S! Y& @0 o" Y' I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; z- Y9 C ]1 Q M/ ^0 |6 W7 v
How you suffered for you sanity, ! K+ e5 q) G. ^, `! L r% |% e
How you tried to set them free,
* M2 y3 O' q3 a! r- ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 s; h! G i" R/ n% GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
c, h3 G# q0 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( \: Z# |9 W: R* B% OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 P) _6 l# n5 C) l/ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Y, }+ b, f+ a1 J4 q7 n& g8 u
/ {3 ^7 \5 z) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * v v* h' w+ p9 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- @: \6 h1 b' p! Z. {4 }/ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' b& r/ _4 B4 f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 l6 C' h" u, d, uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 |! M! m: O+ i$ O) WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 H% G/ `. `! F2 Y) X5 O& WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 X/ T: g2 T. l8 f* Q1 x. \- ?" R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ^ D( [) o! a8 z
( U9 }' }# r) b! {! Y0 N' B3 { ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ^( v* ~, F& R3 T6 E" ^6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
# d- c* ?! H+ WHow you tried to set them free,
# k( S( o U- ? N5 X8 [2 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, / ~- I. w# D& R( R& Z* {
Perhaps they never will. |
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