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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; }6 `! B j6 B% KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! s* i6 ` m+ R: f* k- XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ m& \6 J- R9 D; l# _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 i9 z* c; L+ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. N3 k6 p& f, `, tHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 t4 ~7 G% ~& W; M- B5 z `% |3 L UHow you tried to set them free,
2 ]' P$ V" g* o. d( b4 c: m! cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! S: k2 l" h& Q/ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 }: \1 ^8 h1 ^$ K7 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 a/ y) V$ F" M& _5 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 _9 }; t" _7 Q) H& P4 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ X. ^) e8 |3 i+ h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * @% [! H* o: M. I# m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 }# N8 h7 L( U- Z2 @* {You took your life as lovers ofter do, . G* A$ U& ^; ?$ _* x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* a5 x+ S, ~8 _) w7 q' G7 N$ D$ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 v# x! y) l! }$ D
/ F; K! }, V7 R8 |) rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 z4 ?: d. i- d# q5 h; vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ [; L4 K! a) ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- I- o: _. Y" `4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) s& `7 a% b. E3 N' S
S: t3 ^' u4 C t8 {, p+ ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , k' e7 V; Y" Y& P5 S& F0 s2 R z1 o
How you suffered for you sanity,6 {( S/ G/ Q4 }5 X
How you tried to set them free, b7 P6 x$ R' ~; X- M: b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 O2 b: a, K+ Z0 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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