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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : }# T- d+ J( E o- ?& Y1 p/ ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 J5 }, \- M* V" BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 m1 ?7 K8 j; a; Z- u& k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # f; e+ @2 |1 y$ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! U% B: C) p7 `7 I) u/ YHow you suffered for you sanity,
; t1 Y+ a4 i( g5 @9 t& m( T' uHow you tried to set them free, 3 r7 x ]/ P0 e2 \7 l4 w# W. ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, \ \' d3 W8 v3 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # e' e: g$ ? c: T' O7 L q7 l% q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 y( D4 \2 Q: s% w5 i: ^% L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 W8 z z2 t" J3 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & C1 l; b) E; I& g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 s% O" ]+ f% E0 P7 T& BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
b: o% H, C; wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( U' X: z$ o7 o1 w$ g2 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; O5 a2 }2 p3 k( e( ?9 a; c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; `! @6 b$ R1 X% f8 x6 M j
5 O: F/ O q) D! W5 Y2 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 H- t4 O u% p% d' d6 e6 O- E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ?3 t7 F3 L- \6 C/ |0 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) k- U) v% o% mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 a" ^ ` A* ^, A/ n% r; m9 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , W( I, r0 B B3 F$ J7 \8 P
How you suffered for you sanity,0 [/ e+ X y7 J4 A' a& }5 X
How you tried to set them free, % }6 Q2 N, U4 H0 o& h9 N/ W0 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, # D- s$ @! r7 g- g" T+ E
Perhaps they never will. |
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