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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 e6 ^. d& q' f: D) m# S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 t& D/ A# `% Q: w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 `. O- B C# g- |9 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ]2 R8 h# C W2 }- x% _% R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ~$ B; X6 O6 K* _3 I9 C( k
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 S4 i& s4 Y) i* G0 t1 m3 V0 c
How you tried to set them free,
% C9 A* C j% X7 Z3 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ^, O, k" z. A& b: K: w" aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. E: l0 }* o# w3 c: c4 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, m" F$ q1 z4 k# D0 ^4 i* M% \0 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' @; I; k& Z* H( q% W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- w5 {4 t( W& p ^3 y, ?( f' y2 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , o' d- f5 Z7 Z6 D6 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & c/ \1 z, O9 r& X$ @' I! `, o2 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 q' _% B8 j# ?, g! ~/ s7 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, % _8 @* H5 t- @" b: \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 t3 V4 W# e- t9 n; I; B2 k( w RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 x* O8 n8 @+ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " t9 i5 H0 Q9 z d9 h& V7 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ^6 ?& g$ O9 O I
J" {9 [- P! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 t/ X$ n% R6 [, Q/ c# S4 w" a( E
How you suffered for you sanity,5 A% y+ o+ {0 g, w0 x5 T. Q8 ~
How you tried to set them free, : Q8 O, f- t( X: P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 E+ O$ w. H* ^2 ?& D1 i' _' r/ pPerhaps they never will. |
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