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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , y3 h' G6 e/ p( ~. _% V0 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: E: p% `, s; H6 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 y7 {$ q- V# T. r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # y) C% q l2 a4 e% m* w* p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 w0 @( {$ Q( _% x% S S
How you suffered for you sanity, + X& r0 s, ^1 {2 w. D1 [
How you tried to set them free,
; Q5 u& u$ U2 U2 S/ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& Q8 W6 z$ d% `5 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 }- r: G3 S+ S9 S! `/ rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . v) z3 [2 w+ |, l; ] t7 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) o. r4 {+ r8 ^7 f5 y( t7 |4 K# SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; R; T" C* E) x( z( OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ]' o% I: u( ?, |3 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- O. V! J; X: v/ j( x9 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 |8 ]# X* X' G' ~/ `# ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 r0 \/ k0 ]- X, D5 t; K9 c% o+ T, g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . f+ W5 {% {8 x I- ~
H1 G, P+ Z$ F# u2 r4 z! XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, o3 ]5 ^ X i+ d, A4 ^' e8 v' ^, w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + g2 x. n+ ^! q* ~. l2 E$ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( t! v- a; Q7 B( I% G4 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - P% E# d! h; t- ]6 @; C/ m
0 }- v- B1 P% o/ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% Z* R) R6 y1 T$ S5 YHow you suffered for you sanity,! h1 {, }% \ a! W+ \: r$ c
How you tried to set them free,
$ A0 Y e, }5 E# }They would not listen they're not listening still,
( \: V( P7 E- {% FPerhaps they never will. |
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