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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # J- J4 N- t- p- G' Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / y7 P8 X5 Q w, s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: m0 p: r' [7 L) I3 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 i3 n" j6 V; H. x$ Q* ~4 m4 g6 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* z0 ]- V# q% v' S: Z( }$ S! e
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ T F- Z& \" }" H0 j5 I0 X8 P, OHow you tried to set them free, - Z$ k3 L: u* ^' q% Y9 L5 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% M! \' k+ X. {& @' gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & q! D: H- I8 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 R" s) h7 [9 @ Z$ T" H9 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- o8 z8 S8 s0 n2 [/ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - |9 ^, W1 I8 I) ^: X" z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 q) b# s: A/ N) V% f0 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 y1 Y/ z4 g' I: E( z$ V. F* JBut I could have told you, Vincent, f6 ]: R5 H# k1 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + y+ m2 y1 m+ d) }6 a# Z
- u7 J" ^7 P0 o& j$ q5 N8 h% f m4 ]7 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T$ k" d7 j( n" Y/ ?- nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! J# e5 |- P2 N+ f+ B5 I7 l2 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ~( c* h6 W: l5 r# h# B, @
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, . X- n# `6 \2 j1 r& U4 | ?
How you suffered for you sanity,& z# P$ h3 A: e) `, A: {2 g
How you tried to set them free,
0 Y5 j: {/ Y2 s+ ?; Q# ?, dThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( r* u7 I: a& n7 y" C' g- @8 ?0 v4 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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