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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 t! B/ a( E% F3 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % q+ Q" V, l' D* v5 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' K, J r+ n4 b. ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 Y% V( V4 C) i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ [7 M+ A/ g; J' ]& P) I: @
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 K H5 }' R: d+ ^, C! oHow you tried to set them free, - ~, i `3 r6 z) T! b; J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - N9 T) i* _% f) E8 ^; V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 g9 w1 P) {/ e# G$ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E1 v8 i" s: N& V8 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - T% E9 \' N, ~& F4 M/ }( @. f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- l5 C: @$ [" o. I( f' HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 s8 d2 v O3 }& `+ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % J: g. L! }- H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* H+ _+ M" Z! O3 {. |But I could have told you, Vincent, ; T2 C1 V( A8 ]& K- e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 e- N. u. ]3 o* @8 w/ |
& ~: P% }) g) r1 d- Z! uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& q$ U+ j/ T! C% X! V" p, ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - K' Y; T: i1 L) J4 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 m6 z( b5 R( E; X- t: }% l# R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ f# m t* j) E4 R5 t
0 \5 b/ X. q( u. ~0 I+ ^3 Q' kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 A. D* i/ s" C$ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, g: Z! k6 G9 e/ g# JHow you tried to set them free, 5 S2 F. g8 f, U5 E7 C! y/ S, G# a
They would not listen they're not listening still, % `6 u* ] y( n" z, O3 ~( H2 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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