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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 N0 F: y8 w; f$ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 r7 H' F; _3 E3 U1 s1 p% b- r4 x, D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 i- ^" E [& o9 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ T. y5 L$ p+ ], X h* W, pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 D i# `9 v2 w z' ~% k3 {- l* `
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 a3 C3 _2 }- o
How you tried to set them free, + G; G' E) C# \9 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% X% l& N0 h( C: ?# ~7 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 j5 L0 j( s5 Q+ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ T q, N& o1 ]4 I- I7 m& wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 x# C p4 p1 `- a" G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% `' N2 n8 d" m" MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . o4 {$ j6 q8 t, ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& a% C: s8 I& P' I' C9 ~* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ` m7 J. Y4 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: S3 v* f' z% p- @; p+ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( x) h: |2 k5 N4 i1 I
2 |7 K, P4 L0 J0 d% V& RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 w: p0 b. Y/ u# Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % O! y6 v3 G! J, @ {0 a8 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 u. _+ i, l; {/ J8 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - G3 `0 \' W& l* k
4 s+ }! f, d# H/ w; @2 |. O* }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 P3 _. I/ G+ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H0 U8 T% g" ^2 O" p) b' THow you tried to set them free,
# x+ S T A8 x: N; t/ OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 k: d6 l; ?8 H. h6 L0 R3 H/ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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