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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 O8 k& Y' T8 O% }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , j9 O: F$ m0 [5 g4 [8 b# M3 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ G2 h2 n0 p4 T% d6 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : N7 s) A8 G5 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- n8 n' \6 t* q- yHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 s3 F5 C8 G$ z" I" S
How you tried to set them free,
8 k |4 C8 a( h% K1 l4 z' F" |" m! LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ~* h1 h. p8 h' ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( V0 g e- ?" p a$ q+ ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * @ \" f+ x3 r( \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. J8 B- E6 C) W$ {2 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 C' C1 I+ R; J# g# oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; {: ~( |0 k' o$ F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ?' K( Q# V$ h* B5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" }2 n; L! r( YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 P7 {% v3 ]2 {& K9 ?
6 a/ {$ d5 z: K3 n4 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ?- H! o: _7 j- U! ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & I5 S* a; s- A, O% f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( d8 X2 B, x8 ]" |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 S! g2 u6 O4 z7 {! O
6 W+ o: Z$ ~- C$ S4 [ [/ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 e s c6 q- z* N( F2 _7 R+ u- H
How you suffered for you sanity,
. c, s4 g! F3 u, ~5 F, `How you tried to set them free,
% V5 t0 Z0 x1 d+ y; F" A* ~2 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! Z% e) F3 ]6 W1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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