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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 C8 L t$ i$ I) wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & H6 F9 Y( t* `" ^7 e0 b* [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. V$ Z3 Z# P- }. T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 N8 I7 e3 V7 B/ E3 K& C7 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 O9 g$ u- r/ X0 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ j& A$ x; [5 B& Z+ X; b5 mHow you tried to set them free,
. M. s7 k" r7 f. IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! {: Z- u" d' y* Z5 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* R9 N3 ]$ H& L; P# P H; ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 L# y( x- k; V- G6 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 u. z/ B& _5 ]& h0 r) P$ t* I. ~/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 @$ d! q# j. o! L1 {
8 K- ]2 ?, n) G0 n V* b; GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& C7 N- Q- m, U2 j3 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 A/ N: C: Q( ]9 I: t9 l* `9 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, - H! \) z' q. a- h6 _ ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 h: [0 n$ B. F- p. mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; J% z, d+ B S5 e6 L7 v) M6 i
% h! z% l& Y5 Z2 F' p4 ?: Y3 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* a' }% L x3 |( {% Q$ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " [* p2 m7 f& m$ z q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 \( w5 Q" W( j U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* i ~/ }, z+ u$ J: _How you suffered for you sanity,* G S( F. k2 W, c5 [; z* k
How you tried to set them free, ( ]0 a! W0 U+ K8 W: ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 T' d& \" ?! W' O: U
Perhaps they never will. |
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