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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 o1 j: {; z# l$ s$ MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" {% K+ f3 I/ u+ ~- AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* s/ A |8 c& ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 i# B: W3 P- N4 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 s$ k: P0 Q: {6 S6 k+ N: [How you suffered for you sanity,
( e# I8 s1 f5 s3 y6 cHow you tried to set them free, - d; v( h9 a6 n8 r/ s" B" m2 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) z y; u- x6 {" _0 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 C0 z$ y% C0 w! T2 o* i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 }/ t% A, n$ T# s0 J% C1 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, z. N( T4 f5 ~# ]5 F3 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. z6 m: Z9 i9 a
% I6 I5 r, ^/ A: lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 t' x5 y) z5 r. G# N, j3 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 H" N* M9 B) l; w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o5 E+ H( ^! D7 E4 ]8 i# MBut I could have told you, Vincent, . n1 g- z+ F* X" y0 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( \4 q, L7 P! L. J
3 Q( T+ ]% V7 W: ^4 G QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & k% h" y, ]+ E2 I' R, v' N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! D1 @# [( X) ^: v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; H9 q" |7 ?- m5 ^7 p+ |6 x. d" g$ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . J6 q$ L: `; \ n0 c2 W3 r) V
1 l3 c5 B; Q* ]! J6 @' KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ?& V I/ r$ H% [4 w/ x5 y' j2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,4 k. u! ~8 A2 q9 g. k
How you tried to set them free, ( `$ @; F8 H9 ]$ u* q
They would not listen they're not listening still, . d3 {+ m- w6 \9 O; ]9 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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