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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; e$ C- p1 A+ e e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, n. d1 |) g3 B- C R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 b) a% Y/ F5 l0 U+ W% f9 P5 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W5 C) v" n, w' T. F e7 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- e! d8 ^, Y% X0 b# O
How you suffered for you sanity, + T# F8 F Y# g V5 Z6 ^. u2 v
How you tried to set them free, 8 a) {' ~2 x: E2 O% M, b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P% T6 j' T/ d, i; I. u3 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , o" p( Q. g0 ?* j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; U0 n( X& M/ _& D+ q9 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ T( a* [1 b& V$ c* ~' d9 P2 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. t' M) a& }9 R; a* M) `3 l. W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! U' E* @0 M: GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 T2 |* `0 ?5 P) V- k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
h) f' X* n0 V# L$ }( {But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 m7 m! o) a+ i9 h4 `6 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 q8 C! I$ Z# c; _, G. H+ }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: P# l9 i! m* y: |; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' w: @, a6 A9 }8 B* OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . |0 P! W3 s4 G0 Y4 C! @4 L+ e
6 R* I% {% h! S3 b) [# q; h/ c; ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & F" H9 v: I" `' v2 E! V: \
How you suffered for you sanity, z/ X. p. M' ~9 v. N
How you tried to set them free,
- o3 x' k9 }$ y; P8 j- S0 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( v+ Q' g u9 H. i$ M1 ^ a% U
Perhaps they never will. |
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