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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' O9 C' |+ L# r: \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ^/ l; [. r, ?8 x9 N: |9 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ~* M9 l7 l8 ^$ j/ T& @. m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' r& U5 {5 v( \5 u" Y W" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: K. H" ^5 |. d5 V1 k: h
How you suffered for you sanity, - p0 q- \' D0 K7 o G' n$ [
How you tried to set them free,
; Y2 m% B' U0 ]( B ^* W- G0 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 c. y: u, g1 n p, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) I1 @2 {# U5 a, g9 j8 r0 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B- @8 ^ d6 k9 `( q8 a5 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h8 S" U& m! ^! C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! j! j( M' g6 l- q* r# Z
2 F8 E* F( v" c3 [: Y4 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 L. E3 [) r- `1 q/ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 M( U# Z: q* ]* C' ?. O7 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 s3 w) @' `( H& P2 q( GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ d8 z# v Q5 X4 U) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / |+ j% Y6 A% D7 g/ P/ y/ [/ `
$ c0 H* m' L+ d. l" s) |7 Q( y) ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 E8 l% `9 q* x& g: P3 J/ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 @; _3 I, J. K D9 d7 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 s, c5 g& T$ v2 q0 h4 F1 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% n: B- I- @+ ~; y/ s- y* NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / g f+ ]8 R2 Z+ I( L5 Y y) a
How you suffered for you sanity,
' l7 p! n* a# J- E* U/ S w; dHow you tried to set them free,
( ^5 [5 y4 @4 F% K: i! w8 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 B! s# b7 {7 O) l6 kPerhaps they never will. |
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