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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; e" [! {( T3 u) o: `( `6 t# Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 t/ k o& K* g8 |( ~' @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* V: J* d6 L# K& n- Q1 R. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 y1 Y' D6 V* g, R& h e: L! pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) l, Y4 C" w( M$ [$ {$ y- cHow you suffered for you sanity,
) d& z- _7 c/ m/ n pHow you tried to set them free,
0 B; ]* S7 t4 W: oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! V' S* b' `% x b7 {; ?% S) U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 n) h6 {& h( q5 B3 G1 ^. B% G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 F1 e4 } u5 G7 V- m, _7 u) _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ^5 m9 ? m, n0 \9 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * r0 ~5 v2 C$ q9 h
; d% O5 V* T8 H f, Y2 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; i8 q4 ]8 e7 r& y! L3 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% S, ?: A! t1 g+ b" TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h. p2 p3 @# C9 _+ BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' p! _, c( h/ n7 ]( q. \& _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Q# M% Z9 o$ W f
* s$ {5 r* C) d6 {8 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 R/ h4 z/ a. H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 C4 h- m3 H9 c$ ^2 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 z/ l4 @) p+ e+ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : m* [9 z* b% X
1 V4 a5 Q' r5 s# ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 M) j6 M' t6 D- a' g+ t5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ U" W; K* Z* v8 i, L6 O' |How you tried to set them free, , J$ U( d9 @4 g/ f! B* E$ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 N" _& ^$ B3 n7 j; ~8 Q5 [' WPerhaps they never will. |
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