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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
G, {( U. E# i' [. JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' U5 v" g" _# N8 d& m3 t [* @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 R% G, O+ [& x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 U9 {! O7 H* L* j. Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }: A! T* Z) yHow you suffered for you sanity,
% L+ q5 U, H) uHow you tried to set them free, , s7 V& Y9 h2 C5 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 G. u! Q: M1 z8 }% B) KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 q# H1 E" @) f- v9 y% i2 K1 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Q0 G& [) P3 `2 Z' D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; [# Q5 L* @$ E6 S3 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 X( n7 s- s- v& G' J) D& JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# b3 ^) U- F+ p @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ A5 b7 q+ y7 h2 s* Y' bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 B: \0 Y: s! c" b" d' B
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 `' D7 L( @# S4 a2 G9 S4 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + d. G$ u7 A; E0 ^ K6 e; u" q% x
2 H* T( J) E! p! C/ {" p7 s- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% g2 Y$ Y- h6 l, FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 z+ [' {/ V% h1 a, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# M3 a: y; ~, UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 {$ f8 k* [8 P+ |& X7 \8 k4 X$ }
) |' U. Q# }) C S' _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ X* {9 _6 M9 s0 |- R
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 F; S( @5 M0 d2 M$ I" d# aHow you tried to set them free, u' Y5 }" V& U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 n! D3 m9 J4 \( A* lPerhaps they never will. |
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