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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " F* \; C+ a- l F/ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' { j$ w1 X# d; ~) z' ~. b7 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& m9 D3 K: W5 B7 |) Z0 @+ }( D: n& b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . D: e2 E2 }9 P$ X* T" O( e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 B5 d2 _) ]. t& u+ mHow you suffered for you sanity,
% Z4 s* [$ V5 _8 s; aHow you tried to set them free,
# |- y5 w2 [2 d0 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~1 c/ ]/ C/ [8 t: `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ R; B5 ?& A, V2 H( D6 C* lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 l" \# H+ Y9 x8 A9 w6 i/ P+ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 E- q3 G' C) VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 L1 T# ?8 ~$ l7 [4 g
, z2 O# e! b5 g- R3 _* M8 Q, S/ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 y$ a( A+ F( Q& L7 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' b; R3 O' u+ D$ h1 K! W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 t- b% @' @% u8 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- T9 o$ e8 D% n+ G; {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y( S$ Z) J- {6 ^& yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s' F' Q' c4 a: a! O! X0 E mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' _$ L2 @/ j/ K. `7 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! E* Z+ r1 C" J9 K. y4 _) ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : K5 ~. m9 L+ r( z
How you suffered for you sanity,( T2 I3 i) D" B( ^* W# v- e' u
How you tried to set them free,
; l/ K& I! c) N% b) u; ~, H: MThey would not listen they're not listening still, / P/ g Y" `2 X6 a! x
Perhaps they never will. |
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