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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . l [1 E7 M) U; d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 n% E' s+ s; i$ M+ v) Y1 P) [- c' W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ d: O% J ^8 J' q: l' ~# X/ ^( Z* nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 F" S& @0 c! x; j! d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 @- ?' K6 j/ S) b$ d
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 W9 B: J; W2 D1 ^5 f" X
How you tried to set them free,
. c: p: ]3 C9 H- p9 a3 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Z/ E1 L! H& L- G3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + [0 Z& B2 q+ ?9 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
j# N9 _+ u! _1 a4 \+ W8 W+ f! }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ^5 l, t0 y; G5 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ J8 ~8 A6 S, P$ E9 ]% V
; R7 z# Y! w% Q& I8 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: q) P% M7 a5 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% d. K1 l' F; r# o$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" T: ^, e# G; x# e2 Y5 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
& Z3 T& u5 ?, M( @7 ]. XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Q/ Y# p5 i- N) b# h; O$ V8 Q' v
5 F0 i% }1 ~8 q4 G) @$ {' SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( y( u$ M4 I7 L' w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ P0 I7 M: p* ?5 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 p( S# C3 B5 |! t9 }0 ^/ V, ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 c5 M' r$ _0 k& E& r9 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: t. { I5 `% i+ uHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 `! X- E+ d. Z! L7 c& `) x! LHow you tried to set them free, 4 ?) n5 Y) b, w1 ?9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ W; B6 z9 z. a: K m# H8 fPerhaps they never will. |
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