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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " m3 t) o/ Z4 X4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + P$ [2 |3 v7 i' o9 z k" d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 O+ L% P3 {! ~8 [7 Y0 D9 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
w7 ^# O( r6 Q' y/ R3 D3 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ t. e9 y+ h4 z" x( KHow you suffered for you sanity, " z9 G- L7 X! b2 x( v
How you tried to set them free,
2 y) j& U5 A! z- GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( E+ a5 S# M! c. |- u* T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 k3 V8 [, A% O% e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 B3 n8 h& W& r( J- E( x9 a- i3 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 P: y$ ^2 d' q2 e) nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . b {& | p# y( }! I. K6 D: t
- q1 ?+ C; j0 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: |) `1 R% `; M5 _5 S' ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F( {% c/ j7 r- N- W gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, S( {& c$ R$ D% b% {+ ~: j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# D0 ]% K! r/ A8 T0 a' b' L+ A, I/ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K* M% g( ]0 o1 T) }+ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 t \ C( v9 b% G. r \5 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* ?0 u4 \* l. e7 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u1 i6 i" k- W1 O9 O
* o8 d5 t5 o, m. a* f6 ]# vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 i% O: T1 Q% R1 M- ^5 `How you suffered for you sanity,
" \5 d; C# Z, i6 x- lHow you tried to set them free,
% O, {# E" k8 D/ [& I7 Z; ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 `! N) A# F5 J) F1 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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