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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
o. P3 g, L- Q, d. H* E6 ]0 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . t' [9 e2 \& D7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ G* _; w" \ I, Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( A4 A2 t' F& ], N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, `2 W! ?$ [- z( {5 g$ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
: B& N `! Y- I5 |( Q# b% y* N9 ZHow you tried to set them free, ; ]; Q. |7 m; V* j' P9 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; K: k! u8 b) X' \; u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 p& P' f' j! R9 b5 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ?6 F" n& H4 J" L5 D! B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N) s: m# s* T/ Z" J; y, p; x4 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, d [' D; D. B4 \" ]+ b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 a7 H7 }& l& r0 ]5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* ]1 D7 W7 P/ u, r. B6 C. XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( j" r: Z, L1 t# m5 k$ Z! fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ^% g' I. t1 l5 o* o+ r4 y
" I N# H6 b2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 l2 y1 H5 A; nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y ~6 a- e& S* hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 h3 A' a% n f% n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ d+ J" P& V& G* q9 G+ j4 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 U% f6 \. O# q5 KHow you tried to set them free, 1 h' Y3 ~5 o2 i9 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 h/ t0 x9 y* R R: B7 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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