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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, a% i' f0 z5 b8 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 N: l9 P# g7 l1 q: Q* tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' x2 j) N: q! l( Q5 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& L. L9 N0 r- [; g$ U- o! aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 e' n% b- @- h4 l: E
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 E/ A5 W- H% d. w4 p J
How you tried to set them free, 5 e, K& H6 k- [. ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ^$ c- M" r$ H0 |8 b6 w# m1 r2 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % y% d* U I! ?9 H- @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) }. P4 V7 b8 O' OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / w3 {* v# G* g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; r# \! f+ r8 o9 h
6 \' |& O) o0 @! o2 `. Y- [+ _; `1 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 v# ?: Z8 z' v; [! u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 ^# C3 M9 M; \1 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 J- m) \" W% D) A! Z0 Q* w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 \& X4 r* x& F! g1 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 L2 o9 }4 e5 ?2 ^! {" c2 G4 q5 J
$ b9 b- F/ I9 E. |2 V, cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 r& \8 i8 B6 i& k2 y2 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 y% y Y V- }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & y) r1 ]0 \# [4 p' n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + o, f [- v& j6 l, A( O8 z' ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! C6 w: f; ]5 F% U1 M2 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 x2 n4 e8 Y9 H7 h( B; QHow you tried to set them free,
8 \2 E3 P% n7 x. u. ?. S" dThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) y- |" H8 c" s6 ?5 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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