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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 @3 G% B0 O' M/ n8 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) w9 o# g/ t7 s+ ^6 B0 ~" T: @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ U3 |) o, B) q4 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ?0 a8 o1 C5 g" a% H) c" x/ V% nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 G- b7 F3 _6 @6 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 y; Y% w. t6 w& S* \5 ?How you tried to set them free,
: |& Q& A8 ]7 E' mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Y- b2 K i6 T& W/ KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 N0 H5 Y8 T8 b# y2 B- j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 }0 I) a' X- C" s% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& g$ E! P) h6 a" ?7 d% ]! o* mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 t) E0 j4 b: l8 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / W. V, w: |/ h; v' W7 c! j) n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 j1 `' `: z! F1 P" t. N J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- a! ^; b2 [" U1 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, / J7 O/ X3 V: i; a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' {# f! n4 i7 A& B \' a
* @' Y% Z. K) H ?% {/ h/ v$ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 W# ^' D7 J* K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ y1 B E( Y9 ?& t6 g9 D, O# e( z! h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " b# |$ S) G! k- d+ |1 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & j+ T& @+ R8 S
+ G* q) E* y4 D8 m/ w2 [# F: q5 j# @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 q+ d; E9 e' t/ ^5 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
: R9 b" _& C! k4 u& L; `/ E6 ZHow you tried to set them free,
2 k* D! \8 M% cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- s6 a1 f {. f z2 m; d3 _Perhaps they never will. |
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