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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . p4 I. Y) i1 w7 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ?$ Q5 R; m4 ^1 Y {: v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- j* w( {6 s) ^3 l. A3 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! g: O: x$ X: I5 ?6 w( C, HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# i; o9 L8 P; Q0 e; NHow you suffered for you sanity, * r. O9 g: u2 a; o
How you tried to set them free,
) Q H3 G, ?7 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 P9 l4 S% s1 q, a! @, rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 W' N* j _) b8 i/ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 u7 D. [0 H* G7 v G6 P9 e1 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : o* S5 }' s5 m: s1 B1 i- x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , u$ S9 e8 v- E6 d5 z0 b
" A3 H4 B8 I2 Q! BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Z8 x8 R8 p& M( [% Z p' E# ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 A" M0 Z7 G! |% r( n( ]: Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 G) G3 i2 P) L. ]4 L. ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ z6 ~3 Q2 D0 d8 U$ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . O* o$ Q; u5 L4 U& q
# R; T4 S/ ^2 G: SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% V0 ^' U7 c3 S( x0 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T" o( a# J! F) v5 q* Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 c7 f" F0 z. W9 v3 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # D% q' J* z5 R6 L- _2 b8 C9 b
, R# K/ G. f: g& j( X$ ?$ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . u7 O! e8 {' i6 B7 t a; P ^0 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
* W5 r4 G7 @3 A2 P1 LHow you tried to set them free,
' H/ v7 u# U. O) `; @" R8 q/ ~5 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, + |) H2 D7 l7 q! o* F& z
Perhaps they never will. |
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