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5 N- L2 f( u( P9 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - | S m- f% r0 m3 T% J0 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( e8 e" y# |) J6 B2 M h& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 q+ h( z4 R; B1 v: p( N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 s5 r6 s. \7 k, v- iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ t* @4 M( R; e# ~% x7 F& a
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 U. `' l( E# F: D
How you tried to set them free, + D( y3 q9 t' y8 L$ N0 B2 ~4 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 N5 V! a/ L( Y1 J% X' U( E% S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: z7 Y0 C% m) `7 `4 R: TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 \ g$ ]" k8 _5 I6 Q, mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ r' w9 ?, |* ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & O" [3 {; I3 T- a& {* Q \
! E t8 ?( n3 Z# s% r" XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " L$ I g. Z3 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " p/ F) T9 a. I) V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ U7 R! b! t, a) I4 H4 q& n4 e4 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, _7 T7 R0 i8 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 h" h; I# n1 |5 n( c6 }
% t+ B+ h+ C' b3 t7 i& F7 p/ SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ]& j5 T/ v0 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * p: I1 P+ t7 c* s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ o7 k: n3 h1 }# GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) E* }) w$ q2 h, t; o% Q- W0 [
' Q" P7 v4 ~% p8 H5 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; v7 J7 O& { C- D, D4 e# u5 F
How you suffered for you sanity,5 _5 A% r/ Z/ A5 v6 |
How you tried to set them free,
; D: @ L( c' u" V- V0 L' M" Q4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 y; K2 j7 Z1 f5 L! x# E3 zPerhaps they never will. |
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