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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 _$ C& O/ u1 g% l7 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , d. B9 d6 L* v6 T- x8 i2 }& U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 T# _4 ~2 D4 e6 U& O2 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % C& I0 C% l! `9 n3 T9 V4 i0 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ~4 `7 a/ i& P- D* u
How you suffered for you sanity, ; B/ b. R8 Q2 [8 ~
How you tried to set them free,
) v* T D) b7 B1 c1 B% R2 y% NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( T x! i* A5 V {8 @" jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 x& C; S, S1 n) P: c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * y) L9 X$ y9 D8 U- g7 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 m0 Q+ |0 a1 B! G- f+ e+ T5 T9 h! c4 {# qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. [8 b I; t8 I( f
) g R6 i3 l, c$ r% B& |; B5 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 n, k4 d0 {) X4 M- i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. E8 ^ l. S6 ?7 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- n& ~ I+ A+ ^( ?But I could have told you, Vincent, / }# ]' a% P/ {+ [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 d' O0 A) s8 g% \
' O7 ^9 L9 @6 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' J. G& d I2 y( c4 E% q6 U7 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 m6 b0 ]0 P( o B N- p$ {) q+ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 W9 m. q+ S& t [- b% KThe 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, 2 F$ H o4 W$ h8 h. h$ u/ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
# _8 l8 @9 Q" ]6 X2 a- HHow you tried to set them free,
2 J! Q. ]9 |' N: i9 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 X2 I# e. F: Q7 q P
Perhaps they never will. |
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