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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . O$ `* d: l* {# p$ z5 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * a$ Y" k l+ f- K ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Q8 i+ ^% M! u; T# h- l- u% z tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 h/ n' m% e+ w! H* ?) M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# q; u6 [) |4 ?0 k5 E7 T+ W- o) \ XHow you suffered for you sanity, ! ^. L: \: i+ ?: q# W" a* H: z
How you tried to set them free,
: r' P3 z4 i2 R9 g" R" sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 t, i+ O6 u1 m4 _: |! D, j: k/ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 i8 r& ]6 i6 V& [/ h) k) [4 F9 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . R# ?4 v3 Q; P2 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 k/ o+ x; F0 g$ |9 M4 [* a: `2 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + p, J* s; K$ _* w" ~/ G0 q
! {, A* n, J ?! X! O4 Z0 N9 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 J( Q | ] k( v. S# S* i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 N) `/ b1 |/ X8 E; n6 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % `3 o' Q/ r* q, a+ f: O$ y, F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- B' i' ?6 e, [% @- M6 ^% `0 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 T* P' b6 ?- P) N# Q
# D1 k$ L/ p3 d ~& q* ]: cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y; X( J' Q' [' @8 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- e! z9 D, a4 u" sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Z! X9 w Y) R* X" d5 V( H' dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - o3 Q1 z4 \4 u, w3 b" t' V2 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( g5 @8 {; A+ KHow you tried to set them free,
. c8 F+ R K, c$ u* WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 z k; t5 [- j* ?7 C9 XPerhaps they never will. |
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