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4 A+ }+ ?1 z6 A6 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' y B$ X; j6 y1 X z$ ?; S4 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 q3 O& R; z* f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ]2 N2 m( z$ L' bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~7 I" \+ \+ T; y5 x7 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. q3 ^* U6 n& u6 F1 ]7 d* w+ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
, i0 H" o+ z2 ^% ?1 `2 JHow you tried to set them free, % O. q5 \+ A! _2 l0 O* X+ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# b9 m X7 A" [5 e) q; QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Y) l" Q0 S# x. s% i. _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , q! h: |9 n5 h- E' d1 r( f+ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : K: g: C* B0 L! l$ @3 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 f$ z5 ]* I( @, M3 Y9 g# S
* q$ z" j0 }+ fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 i8 d- V( U- n0 R" UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 w( D( V9 b- |2 \0 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; u! p+ b/ Q, J4 a4 [9 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, % {1 ^* I0 d2 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + N# ]7 p# T% }4 h, C+ f3 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) I- w0 g& H' P7 o% h2 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! h5 g/ L2 F" _4 @3 c9 i. o8 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ F( o. ^+ Y- E- i- E4 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : h% v1 u( g; H8 T" O7 ~" E, T N
* M; U U5 Q5 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " b" ]4 w; b0 R, [) \$ M# o
How you suffered for you sanity,6 J! W6 u" ?- b8 m) L9 y$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
& v4 L* y: F, _+ j1 w1 i5 |) @They would not listen they're not listening still, + m1 q+ A' v; n0 {/ P6 F6 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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