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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 a3 S& R% q' s9 z' p! _ q* N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' M# n/ `9 Q/ a& g+ a0 F: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# B, T/ F0 t: W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) M1 b' X: U C) ?* t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 P+ n" X0 w" q) n, F9 ?/ c& S
How you suffered for you sanity,
c. d, U+ m J7 g6 V% D4 M5 k, w: gHow you tried to set them free, # K) G' |* u$ D4 L" |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w0 K0 t: A' Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : d: R( h$ e2 `2 j( v/ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ]+ J( |( W; `" VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u5 W( y ?% {- W' O) c O5 H, _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / v% l$ u$ Z/ L+ e% ~: H5 u/ ~
% q7 R- p0 v8 e# YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ I6 j$ z o* N; EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ u$ n9 J& z$ I! l- _6 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + x+ E4 |" m G" ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) y8 P, O$ G) I' o3 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 E7 g) x2 o+ t. u5 ] jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; A a, m2 Y5 f* hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- t( W% \) v3 A7 Z; H/ x# ?3 {/ fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 f! Z8 S) D8 Q1 q4 x7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + T& q( Q1 u) U
5 K& M/ i0 o$ z5 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % |7 G: a" Z% l5 l5 X
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q8 r3 n+ \8 j: K
How you tried to set them free,
9 C1 c+ @% q. t! P$ r+ [They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 R. C# E4 E3 i1 `: O {9 g. q' r
Perhaps they never will. |
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