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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Y ]3 k2 q) N: A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 j+ a1 V/ ^8 D8 s! T, [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 _- _ I2 o7 ^" e' ?) E7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / D* a; P2 a5 W, \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# c6 S- G* o6 w: c1 l1 \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ?$ ^3 N5 l: e+ @) ?0 W) o6 jHow you tried to set them free, ! x, V; _! r$ ~5 P7 p4 k% g1 ~. s! g0 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 f9 E5 j! C# x9 j3 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ H; w* r) ^) f& H/ Y7 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! | W/ F$ Q. r! \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 o' h+ u7 z+ x5 l3 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ]; q' x: z/ F5 k% v
" Z# h1 O& U9 w/ A! b/ WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) `7 U- {4 x9 m2 ^1 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ {+ ^) `- F0 t( `7 F- a! s6 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! A2 T. d: u9 G7 h/ Z" l2 `, @But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ~+ _# E* N" @% ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # S4 X$ v2 x( h2 _: \& T- D$ k% h
" l& @7 z8 H0 k# mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 V3 t1 o$ ~5 r6 ~5 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. f E* h* h9 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Q; \1 ? @$ C% ^& n3 \0 u6 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 i8 X! a+ ^; C2 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * N( [4 V3 r( i% c
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ~& H3 L2 f! y# R
How you tried to set them free, 4 i" B9 m4 ]9 `3 u: J
They would not listen they're not listening still, % m* c; ]5 g8 N6 \* d% |
Perhaps they never will. |
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