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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ r3 o+ G2 D) |' ?4 {* ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * W0 I+ f" r: r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) B/ v% [' X) k9 r+ R8 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 H+ e& h- ], Y: s, F+ i- q! Y: o; yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ Z# S; }9 Y5 k. W2 C. tHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 a5 R. F: } b9 `: rHow you tried to set them free,
: R. ~% X$ H) W# T0 F& T2 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 P, N; _. Q3 O) ^' H( zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: M1 k( y- j3 F5 U* Y' USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 G/ c( ]+ m* w8 w5 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ?) P1 E3 l; J9 H1 t$ W; R$ o& yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) P: [4 D9 n4 C+ x2 Y ~
% }# e5 W! ], F5 ?- ~, ?5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 E6 s1 N5 W, t( _' u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q7 Q' ]' }8 _7 o x2 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # e5 Z. C2 ^5 Y: V" e" V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 I9 }7 n3 o) C, O3 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; f. R4 i, u5 k8 M. U& \0 d1 D+ E
& e% t. V8 v% l+ H( lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' s6 F2 A: W' m2 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* W1 g% n! E8 I/ L5 e/ N: b3 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, R9 S$ _( F3 V0 R5 T) nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * @+ M; k( l( p |$ w8 K* u' U, z
h6 i, e9 E- E7 Z \# m& o/ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 l, q# [5 s( W, H. g4 G7 v# L3 u5 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 q0 ]# Z; p+ P- W: t- R4 lHow you tried to set them free, : q8 I+ v& F& w; w, w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( Z$ L" @1 ~ APerhaps they never will. |
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