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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 b1 M: q; u( j1 K; Z9 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& s& X8 G% ~3 H; O' \* f9 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ], F' |& z' vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 w, ~1 L, ~/ ?% m- s4 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% o0 m! J* u/ V: ~: G1 ^( AHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b2 c1 D+ w5 } k6 f' HHow you tried to set them free,
" e( J; Z) ]; F3 j/ U1 L9 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 J& _3 G" I5 d! D' H' o6 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % E1 X- Z& T0 z* P* N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Z8 |9 l. r, ~) J {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ^6 F% I7 ]. z8 ^2 [6 P; C$ v$ P$ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , d. f3 n9 Z: H
7 k' ~; c! r) g1 U/ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # y* }) k- a( e8 i& d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& b2 l. p; J( Q# u3 M' X+ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % g- I8 d0 j/ Q( v; F) F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; H% x. X* u6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & B1 a% V) ^/ U* k
5 y, k; u. v/ d6 m. h: }/ WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; J# s0 e5 \) Z5 x7 [- K3 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ]) u- b1 ]' N0 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 {+ {* Z7 `0 T7 q- x+ Z9 A* k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' |* D' w# u# {' I) O1 eHow you suffered for you sanity,/ S, I6 H$ C" V1 j8 o1 j
How you tried to set them free, * `* X9 {9 w* o$ |& A
They would not listen they're not listening still, & N. L! Z9 g& i4 p/ s& T" f8 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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