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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |) c% c. E3 f6 [5 {2 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& |5 Z. X' I$ k' Z/ ^! J) oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y V; R. f% E7 J. |: v ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; q8 n7 [5 e+ Y0 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% w3 a) x# U5 t1 b" o
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 k3 X2 }/ U/ x/ |% E# e- GHow you tried to set them free, # ?$ f6 r7 }, R: i k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . E( I8 S- D0 v/ E5 f! V) `+ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; X) E, C+ E, n; O2 l' A" l) I% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: P9 r9 w) r8 |* `, d7 M1 t, iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' V8 \* q& W8 |' b8 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; t& G( A0 Z! g k4 y; N
7 _: n1 ?& y: n/ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Y' [ i; T7 E. L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; U, Z) _9 A8 w( k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , c: p( R5 G# p% A) s; ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, & ? l. G7 r4 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : e5 K N. c8 A2 H4 i6 C% X
- V: W* x; s; B* _7 C$ k* JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 w% V, D! j- J; T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; d( E& ? L! M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) q) ]7 G' C# q. L, ~4 ^2 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( E( l& q: G+ l4 M2 p( X( S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! E9 y6 \( l0 Z+ i2 KHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ^3 S0 C+ i& u* @( }& N: b J, R
How you tried to set them free,
' [- `& r0 W1 g8 S& `; f' tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# D. W. l/ l7 }% y8 I6 R& KPerhaps they never will. |
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