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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 V x/ e, c9 O+ e2 r- U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' F0 }2 a: q: s$ ^: _' f9 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' W2 q l4 ^3 N3 R4 h4 E# t" S$ ?# KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c6 v) Y7 Q2 i+ INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 }( s; F: k5 c! a8 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ O3 R& g8 L+ b/ `. B9 aHow you tried to set them free,
/ x3 @ q3 K( m. d5 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 e# I4 W5 {1 F G% q& c& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: _8 e5 g# _) F& K2 s) e5 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 G+ G7 O; P% t: S5 ?6 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; v1 j- O8 y m, YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 `) {; o7 a4 M# l8 t
1 `) O% ]+ F L; j2 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 M% T7 R* N% R2 r n. ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & f) Z* O8 U; P3 h: Z1 L, j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ _8 I( [* i+ \: v9 |- V0 B" qBut I could have told you, Vincent, " @' D( O; M( w4 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ D; _6 l& u0 M8 z7 l
k& I7 [$ A& gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ?6 p9 q- |! e! H {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 |# O! L0 H: m4 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. n* u. ]) W* n, qThe 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,
/ W, D- o" K: }How you suffered for you sanity,
, v7 B. T6 S/ }: x- vHow you tried to set them free, $ N0 O) E% j9 g1 j {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 v9 H+ a, c) s4 k' y' GPerhaps they never will. |
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