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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 q0 g5 A+ t& W0 q- tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! e5 Z3 T0 f2 }. r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- K# h# A" U) t% [5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
T7 K v$ i" W! eNow I understand what you tried to say to me, ^1 S4 M3 f f1 e; b
How you suffered for you sanity, P+ q Y6 |4 `3 |5 N# e
How you tried to set them free,
* o2 p( d: B- T) R c9 _$ W" fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 i; m6 Q2 N+ ^0 o1 Z( y' TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- ^3 W N/ [$ V, h6 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 N# n0 C, t/ B0 d! k, hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % v. g2 e, j% R6 ~! G, m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ X, P/ Y0 p6 @! U( o. W
3 K/ P* s- t5 G) yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' b: l4 i9 l* y: V) H) U" e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % v, U1 n- O1 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( x2 E$ {+ _% q# O& DBut I could have told you, Vincent, |$ N: \, I1 E0 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 {' A& d+ O+ w1 Z. p
" k7 h- z1 m0 u: [4 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) i+ e0 {4 H% w, V. N! e3 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * L& M- l' k8 r9 T# D: i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) k: p8 r# D; u3 C! F8 l5 Z& l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* w4 u6 ^* e {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 {$ n2 S! x+ I9 }8 ^( q+ O7 }; JHow you suffered for you sanity,% y; O0 Y. }2 y( K! @- q
How you tried to set them free,
# S2 E& V# K' A8 j/ \They would not listen they're not listening still, + o8 q& G/ A8 l* }1 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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