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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Q- w) Z3 M, q# B- }2 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^7 b2 K$ `- C" |2 c9 `7 W% tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ \4 x% K! @2 F( f. _* N( Y3 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ?, ]/ j* W, T- d9 i, ?5 N' j4 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# T6 \- ~& d/ C7 |5 ^9 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 E* f8 {% l% g+ Y6 n' h8 O
How you tried to set them free,
7 ] ?% l$ x' e5 z6 ?3 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @+ }6 g6 c# [, b7 b, w. A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s4 w6 o7 n; S! g3 v- W# {6 D7 M) c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 [& Q+ z- E4 q H w- E/ `" y& I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * J: U% j- S4 {; G0 p. e3 x& ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 F6 x8 g" E9 r8 i: I( L
" R) I" d1 ^' q( M# N4 i3 r2 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 I o- f6 ]8 b2 y) j7 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 D6 i" V, W4 C' h& }" k% d- b0 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& E) j% |5 M$ M& V) \# IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( | T0 @3 p' ] \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ]4 V2 @5 p/ D, X5 u/ A% K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& N- m% {' V8 u. qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ^3 u2 R+ B$ Y& Z2 K1 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 I* V3 }% J% TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 N. V r3 T. b) Z1 d2 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, D( S* A' ~& r0 w+ a$ c$ B8 b
How you tried to set them free, 2 a) Z% t. B: d9 A J
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 U4 d% [7 a, f
Perhaps they never will. |
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