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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, F& H/ I9 h: M7 o$ v4 g/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ^( ?% {" m6 i" D4 [2 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 \& T$ ]% Z3 G& E+ S$ K, wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, X y& g8 f& z5 m! rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% e8 L; d) M3 m3 c. D2 _ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
! E! c/ Y6 j7 tHow you tried to set them free,
' P. f; F' O& p( o1 p5 P: s. fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* V3 d6 C; O& _/ B. M" ^5 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ c1 t7 ] `+ o* t; g% a ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' S! T. d9 \$ R u( R2 v# n$ t& ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! n4 c8 m" t1 g9 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 K# v. ^+ i) l8 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; e; F& J h$ L9 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ?7 b8 l- Z6 {6 U% h3 [# h% iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + V/ F) T( s6 w( b8 R8 z* Y G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 F1 M% [8 L. b9 f7 n4 l+ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - k9 d' E0 E5 g# V0 m g0 C7 }
7 W" j ^9 @# j( M* {- {; j+ i3 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. W2 @- _0 ^6 S' c$ h! J% jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! ~( p4 E3 G8 W4 T5 f. ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 a' I- C& }$ I4 U7 a4 N" ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 l4 H, i# m) u$ |! e, B
) r) M% N `$ s. p4 q. F+ e* LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( x! F: O) x$ V
How you suffered for you sanity,
% R9 a0 j0 H& C) R9 u" QHow you tried to set them free, * @, a. ], P+ L7 J0 p \( \; r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' a1 N1 _# V1 d9 R, e9 o" L1 K% ]Perhaps they never will. |
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