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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # `+ a& X2 M! H% m' H- i* O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & b) x. Y0 s6 E8 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, L5 L2 ?: c- F% c; J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 t6 n3 V& L( P( v0 C# R) O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- a ]/ r. f5 T0 R7 B% |
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 L) E9 n9 R- O( u: c0 I" Z
How you tried to set them free, 3 a. b+ Q& i% A3 k4 Q) m' G8 p( @+ ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& {. I5 ~( m( Z8 o5 Y, o. g; ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " e- k9 {. t g: T. G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( G& \# @0 J( S+ C5 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % s7 q& A, R$ s' Y4 Y3 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - N6 R- u i Q! f$ L$ r
: L: E n& V- }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 x, O5 y3 T, R7 }4 o2 v! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : s% Y5 j8 r7 r( m& S& q5 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( t. [ ~" \$ d3 h5 s7 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( U( n# k) l$ U! r2 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' t0 n$ ~7 ^. `7 S. _) v
: N4 a+ z- Y8 f; sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
n% B: C) Z p0 y6 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ~* e4 U/ [! m9 X0 i+ p. E' T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 o$ q* Y2 ~- R4 E) u+ f4 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * p, L" }% G' O1 |* D3 O
6 W( [7 D- d7 |, T0 B# D3 x+ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' E+ e: ~( K$ ^* `# |" t. GHow you suffered for you sanity,5 a0 a4 }6 h7 Z6 E, k
How you tried to set them free, 3 i) b O0 [+ }7 g( Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; U. S" x& K$ X2 I8 |& f! s" i3 EPerhaps they never will. |
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