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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, q: Z R2 }0 y3 Q; ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) t- L3 W& N) d9 v! c zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 u% h* K' Y( \4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O. M3 m$ R) b, YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q/ i1 n) |% R7 x+ B
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 R% ^6 n3 f2 A2 k! ^" r
How you tried to set them free, 9 e9 i* b* o% f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ x3 q6 M# U& ]1 Z) p7 }8 l' dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. d7 t2 d+ s4 W3 q0 |) SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ]( j: w6 j7 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
i% R3 v* t' B4 P0 h9 C3 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & o9 A8 D7 I- t, M8 n( o$ `4 p
7 y3 h' y l: ]) ]$ h( o- zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" C- ?8 O0 K5 n7 E. j" xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 \, I0 Q: c0 f# L5 ^, d4 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Y; w& D0 g6 }9 C/ Y9 O6 t/ N: V, v. n
But I could have told you, Vincent, / |" D7 @/ U% z" F+ A+ H; S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / H# u8 U1 W( d6 y9 F/ N j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; e4 f) p% K. z6 _6 P% uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - S: I7 v+ Q+ k- i6 R' Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , y* U+ i& ^' K `
2 `9 h* D0 W9 _* u: ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 F# m" q/ P% }$ E# U* N* I
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 w8 N9 d* T1 JHow you tried to set them free, - S+ [9 p4 U, ~& Z/ J
They would not listen they're not listening still, W2 }$ V- h; d9 I: w2 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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