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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 W" C t6 K O1 `4 R- KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) R1 K9 I1 _. w1 M* ~" C0 L0 Q" KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! h5 T s3 A( F, n8 G1 U; g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , a- K c% {; [7 {: |3 r. T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~; @+ A$ h$ W, Q& V$ \How you suffered for you sanity,
- C7 b: d* U4 B; RHow you tried to set them free, $ s- n. z( l: F& x, f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ b) E7 j" n5 R+ qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 f7 ^4 n- l M" O" b" Q; f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 \& A$ b' w. X! k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 |# K' H4 a& Y: XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & |5 J$ o% Y, r3 U F
) i+ i8 O& K; ?: T5 _! }8 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 }" R+ I' Y, Q7 t8 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * j& l- F+ X' ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y R' S$ v; [) q- L/ S( c. ]) Z7 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 r9 u1 T; C" z8 C+ F& F$ a3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( s, `& c3 `! Y
# Z6 p; v$ o+ ^0 |0 @, |- D `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d2 o% x' c/ T( |& K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. B$ N% q9 J% n& N2 V/ e! OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + `8 c7 T: {6 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 z! V) I4 e4 L
* a3 x1 o: R* C2 r0 ~; f. gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 _* h7 W! O1 j! X: p4 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
; s, q( C6 C! AHow you tried to set them free,
7 p" t! E1 y q* }They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Q* z* |2 q# j' w* Q8 n" |% c) _Perhaps they never will. |
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