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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! g5 r2 y r9 N$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 q2 t. Z5 t+ s; T, ~ ~9 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( w- Z* k2 {4 ~# g6 h8 f7 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # I* w/ o, P& x* ]+ Q. S4 K4 W/ G# O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 _- a5 F" v9 N9 M8 b9 m. E6 P3 _4 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- J! u) ?0 }5 r) s; |" @. XHow you tried to set them free, & m* @$ d6 P& |* Y7 X& ]% J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 j6 m7 @' h: T, `& L5 L0 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: `# K$ J$ ^! D, A6 E* P9 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Q- n% K6 h. n% V8 q9 E4 q" ^! m! n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 a; r9 H4 t& K! l) ]2 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / w: m [0 T" L1 x+ _) o! n `
4 z l& ^& r) Z" rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ]- X9 f! V/ i, E% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 G. D {( {9 k! ?8 a2 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ]. j; y2 e2 p/ G/ OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 v; L" F" }7 c4 M5 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 s/ f- \2 n' l9 a' T; @$ K9 ]
0 T% G6 w- u7 e/ m. e2 ]7 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 n7 ^' j* l. M) B8 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! l# _6 M/ Q6 r' ]4 Z/ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / b+ v2 [# K8 h1 J" P7 p
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,
9 j7 S8 g5 v9 g8 y4 g7 h8 N# Z& xHow you suffered for you sanity,
! }9 c4 W$ P$ IHow you tried to set them free, 2 D/ W: \: A3 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 d& X h; Y/ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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