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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 {1 k# @: R2 Q& M, pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ?- Q6 K0 j, {4 i3 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& U1 g5 Z$ a ^4 Y! j6 e( h4 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Z" r3 e) M1 a& v. e; E- f3 ?. n" a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% s" u: A5 O* ? ~4 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
) E+ O. T( A9 SHow you tried to set them free, 8 M6 t J" k' U0 [8 ]3 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* M7 h! V6 V6 k) v5 ]; z' h2 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 z3 @- p6 B3 L) L Q+ H; W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 T/ \6 V4 d+ i8 ?: i. ^& s2 ]# C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & j+ ?$ Z2 z# V D6 q) g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 c) O0 L! U# d3 K( P
: g5 R; m$ B$ D2 W5 s: c. ]' LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & x& [) r1 k4 t' e Y9 Y' y0 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( |) y- g+ i/ C5 U& p6 ]% ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 _9 [; ]7 w3 N. W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 a0 _* P* ]* H- l# A8 W5 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + y8 O/ T) y. N1 N' |
" W. {% J# a9 H5 D: JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K; ?! J0 J' a1 F/ V* g# H2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, u$ o7 _( j4 R& SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y0 I4 x- [% w UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & w8 G g7 J" |
# }! S' g1 R6 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% {, I! K9 B+ i) w9 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 H& }2 E- O! T" tHow you tried to set them free, $ y% Z/ X: T2 G1 _7 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* T" R4 c/ D4 X" W+ ?% }Perhaps they never will. |
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