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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' P) y+ h2 e# V9 \6 O% J$ @( XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! s' H! h7 K5 Z2 c9 d2 _5 T- YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) `& ?$ K0 `/ g. j8 }* D y9 H) }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 {) P& h5 [, n: rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# p4 e+ d( W/ _: r3 \, UHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 e. R0 x* R5 I8 H& yHow you tried to set them free,
& d, p9 H& \/ A* L, b7 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ i* W* [ ?1 m: yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# H: e/ r- F% U4 m6 X" BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! \# Y" k& K6 o8 G2 o2 [' Q/ IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 P" g, a0 L( V1 S5 e' ]3 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 \1 \) E: R4 k0 p, ]
! B2 t$ A/ A1 h+ S b9 l* YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 H }8 t3 F: H- @% \6 ^8 }" ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! v% V7 ]* T# Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * n v& Y2 R/ c% q/ ~' ]0 O6 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 }6 t: [0 p# C! K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) l6 I$ f' @5 K3 n5 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ^& _8 T2 G0 O, q# l# GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
j# @5 T- \7 j/ l1 w2 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v! g4 Y: Q9 f* Y
. g/ K! U. [) J, f: Q7 B" DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 @; c& ]" s j7 M, N7 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?6 c, t9 M8 s% sHow you tried to set them free,
1 ]0 \3 L7 r& L8 E$ d( N% Q8 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' c- `& i0 J/ d8 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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