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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z# r- r, e% X' ?+ _( y) N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 g3 _; a+ [& ?; G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) b% x$ `" Y2 v/ Y0 R. Y0 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 b- L0 s2 O, z+ z. Q, V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; X1 R: w9 `) k) r5 ~How you suffered for you sanity, / W) Z$ ?& V% {9 n8 Q- ?% b9 _+ ~
How you tried to set them free, j1 s; Z4 [% e) W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 l0 x: c; R3 u) D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # w* T" c0 }6 S% ], F* T: W- B3 ]# }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 h* S9 g1 Q& P- L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) J2 g# F* V& F, c, `) g9 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 u- k D8 h( U0 T
! k! w3 m. i7 c) j6 @9 M/ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " V& a5 \) P9 v! P' ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 M ]. K# ` H. O; H# ?/ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : ~( k2 Z4 k" p# t% Z# ^8 H6 T! Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' I/ p3 B9 H8 T9 m4 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 w, P# Y5 o) P- d7 F j0 b! X
. E5 q/ `4 e. P% D4 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! I3 I3 t: m" x+ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B5 v+ R; Q, V, K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 l; j: f& |( D4 x9 h' Y
The 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, 4 E: i X& [1 O4 L( r8 N& u
How you suffered for you sanity,1 E+ n" ]. a7 v- E
How you tried to set them free, ( C, w- `) k) [- p7 Z( m8 ~- W4 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Y; E3 [$ M( S% lPerhaps they never will. |
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