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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& b( A Q6 a6 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! K2 l% B5 b: j$ B% C; i8 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 U( Z J8 N; G& O! w `9 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 V1 @: A1 {0 m0 K1 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; g2 c8 z4 F4 ~1 W% b* W# |$ x$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
' z# x V* [) X3 YHow you tried to set them free,
) T* G( H% t0 P9 B5 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! H H1 X. m0 @( z9 O8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ }1 m8 b4 c a+ L$ |" lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 W; |% ]7 R7 o' ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! d+ i5 I7 s0 R' l, F3 T' zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' u$ Z' H: F1 S( E
9 \( Z) g- f/ y3 f1 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 @* g8 [# y& S* `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" }0 n+ q2 C# T! s5 r1 P% p+ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 O( _0 b. M; E) M- YBut I could have told you, Vincent, " q# t {: |" m+ _0 S" D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : n5 _. U& ]- @2 {/ D+ u
+ U7 b. Q8 S4 Q" V. y- v( SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' O! W/ T8 ~7 x8 e- z& T$ h% @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t g$ g: R0 b4 m, |- O U* ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, N; E- A) y' a, {) z, eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 v9 i, i* I" H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
w3 N( I: w* W0 THow you suffered for you sanity,
6 w/ W+ g5 h! s( Y- XHow you tried to set them free, 8 C$ g- S3 P `" j, E) Q; K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# E4 X1 p. c2 g, V/ @Perhaps they never will. |
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