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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / e' P H; h! U2 `6 ?9 ~7 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' @/ E: C3 l2 ]7 _5 Y( o; F% kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Z! K7 \2 w5 n H. l* GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 l M9 B7 u, a2 W) j. r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# e* n! m2 E# w9 V6 }- j. S! m
How you suffered for you sanity, $ ]2 D, q- A. `, ~
How you tried to set them free, 2 H) o+ `8 u1 E- A3 r. U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 k: J6 P# }) Z* V& h$ Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Q3 M/ o4 a! w5 S' v4 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 {8 r8 E7 p/ H! Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 [8 N! f* @6 S8 ~5 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 p) r; Z- w8 U4 Q* \- N
) z! E7 s! k' J. [, Q/ P8 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, I* G5 n* e- W* N' ?4 g7 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, \) i- y3 p/ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, a( C& D+ O( h7 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, " y! j* S8 s C- T9 L) \0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. w! a( t9 |0 d6 a
2 v+ W6 X. @ M2 J- U- m1 A$ fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 _0 q s7 E: O+ W- d! a" D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 E9 B" a- n; m- l; ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * |' r$ v9 V+ |' ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - r" ^2 v( F3 Y3 W c2 P e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 X {/ f+ Q) ^; WHow you suffered for you sanity," M# J6 z* Y [6 X
How you tried to set them free,
0 H1 u) ?* e: e1 k( G# \They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 R \) f! y* vPerhaps they never will. |
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