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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; {1 |) q" X5 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; U- J/ k1 H$ l0 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; p1 ^5 V$ u9 Y4 y, jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 t/ k6 I9 ^4 J' P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 b8 c6 _" R5 D$ X# `
How you suffered for you sanity, ! Q3 ]' z* _( u9 J& D9 H
How you tried to set them free, ) u: O' Y5 }( Z) ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 @- p2 {9 i5 a* y! t4 p4 \3 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' [3 u, q9 C& l, G& O% N; {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# J+ @( a+ Q, F0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * N/ Z Q. ]$ G+ j/ m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # k+ n" f8 v+ G) O- B( Y$ d8 J! ]
7 Y7 H* |2 v3 m! t+ A; \! X6 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 `: g! o) w7 I& x' C4 ^; R$ gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& T+ W1 [9 V' _, w7 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# D2 f+ i/ c' h$ x- yBut I could have told you, Vincent, , a, S+ F3 y. r) r8 Z8 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# c! a4 `" w- s5 P3 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + l; c6 D% o1 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: O- ^4 h% l& i p+ Y" I' t- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! B& V: v/ i- L0 z. o, Y3 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U: g+ L% C! M4 { ^9 k& u
2 {* q5 j( K9 n+ S" rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ?6 F, [, ^; U$ M; JHow you suffered for you sanity,+ L- p7 H/ c) Z. J- x ]9 q/ [
How you tried to set them free, ) c, m W& a5 C4 e* N; W; d3 ]. f, \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ K4 O* I, j/ M8 n! U7 J& G0 PPerhaps they never will. |
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