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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) z& P+ |2 @: |- I1 G5 l- E; y7 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L B5 I7 Z, Q6 `% d" a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 H1 X' i* w, D2 w5 l6 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : r$ _5 m/ f @$ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ c Y) V+ _* o* j! R2 h$ i
How you suffered for you sanity, * E/ o+ H: K- i8 |, r6 [ @* h
How you tried to set them free,
) R) C) e) ^% e" M7 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% A; |6 `# c! O6 }2 j5 F3 S6 n, t* ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 H+ }! m% `0 O# C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) b" K5 v6 V @& D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : \+ ~, S. {3 e. P; C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 N6 {2 D6 S7 b* P9 L9 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , q y Y2 j0 B" ~% ~; D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % [* |7 O, r2 V0 Y* ]- m3 C9 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 U6 [/ d* `' h2 V$ `3 u, _! YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 c0 h k1 M, f5 L. F; YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, u/ q/ O( M4 o' y. ~/ ]; y$ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 F, I/ V" P4 R2 k7 f- F; D4 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 s1 }% Z3 G- ]0 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" _" ?: R9 p7 L0 K9 H: vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 }$ F9 r+ H5 ?# H1 o( B9 h" d
( P! A+ } q0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' l- |- U! [3 O C2 C6 D/ a0 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 M- n6 y9 a3 G7 pHow you tried to set them free,
; S- j) x: d. z! p! kThey would not listen they're not listening still, - d* b+ ]+ u: z% H0 g5 N0 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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