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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( u2 x: n# C6 y# b3 s! |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 V$ G! R) N) T/ @1 _& g7 x ^. [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! B/ D( c9 x; \, ?- _+ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 W9 `0 D( `/ E- h4 D0 @, m7 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ~! ^6 W0 k' q7 J+ u% h8 o0 FHow you suffered for you sanity, , o7 [3 A# H J$ s& ^1 F% [
How you tried to set them free, 1 d2 f$ ^) n$ ~6 p; p; a% D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; @: [1 b' E+ P& d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& P8 q7 w0 G6 P- ^( HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & P; l$ M2 K& t5 s* A# W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& S8 [4 ^* K5 v! i: YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 `& J1 |; v/ _1 Y a: fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ~+ s! N& V: t5 Z9 m+ m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S. v& n4 ?' _; \. j; G3 H, Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 f8 ]9 W" g, k5 {* n9 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
y! Y; n( E; B" a% ~ pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 W# h# t4 \2 F) v- qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# n& r, j4 n8 C5 ~% cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: ]9 ], W6 d7 ?! oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! s7 j* \* j) o/ p2 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 t4 l0 T9 r5 _0 g9 t
+ g7 |* R& \4 f: g7 L4 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ^+ _* @4 h4 S0 I5 l/ ]. v
How you suffered for you sanity,' u8 D6 ~3 u( ~
How you tried to set them free, ; R1 |: s1 @( a% Y# Z$ T; z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& M/ [ L8 k# s2 K4 k0 z3 s1 w( w- H$ VPerhaps they never will. |
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