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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # f0 T- v4 y0 E% [, s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " R3 `% F7 r3 O! Q# f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: z& u5 A* N3 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' |% T g$ S7 U* m3 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 d& t/ i; b" j9 S, UHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 W. g$ \. b M3 K* H, g# n# ~
How you tried to set them free,
- s$ {' F T" ]* k: CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / i/ {3 s& }; H3 V' v5 O& V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! U( M, x- w8 V( x) K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 {' t7 G6 m: F# fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Y0 g$ T( }5 R) \4 D7 {6 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 H, _' |4 z- Q# q8 C8 m
8 `0 v& z% Y( V# O: g* |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 }% n2 Q( {3 v( u- q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& ]' j- u' R; n2 D1 ^+ Z9 o) o3 M8 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ~, L+ a8 g; U n$ d6 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 _% ~# G4 F2 u1 \* ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 e/ I( t3 I7 Y$ S
( k$ U7 B0 f5 i( n5 F) S& X' P$ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * d( L5 W" j, h+ B& `+ ?' ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % q8 n: @7 e1 R Q2 {: F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # C1 s# W# Z: A% i" F v# s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " }' E0 i- _' g; O4 y) l0 m( W
" u+ D! A& I$ o8 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . r0 r) L! O6 F' ], |1 u
How you suffered for you sanity,2 j' i# L Q a, X3 e
How you tried to set them free,
% `6 c9 q9 `4 T$ W" a. J" q- ]They would not listen they're not listening still, * y' J0 B7 s. \
Perhaps they never will. |
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