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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 w6 C' ], E* _" ^7 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . G8 R8 ?: g V# K# e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( X$ b& }2 z+ Q7 i! mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 T$ d& d: x; n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 P, z- D j( L) D% S) AHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l' f/ M( t7 z; C* R$ S& `How you tried to set them free,
+ K- L$ J: q" f2 c! S6 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Q$ ~" t: B4 W/ d9 ^ Z7 P% MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 c; J3 g/ ^* _9 z: X+ [+ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, s w, n% b/ w8 g5 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* Q; M8 ` L1 h4 H4 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( a4 w1 w2 H& `/ L
2 c) B4 k- ~+ k+ ]# W- B8 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Z8 ~; R5 F& R+ @$ I3 c8 i2 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : }/ S0 K8 U5 e1 t: u D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 n* f6 n; b7 ]' x( RBut I could have told you, Vincent, - v, I+ h' f7 q# l1 |/ e( J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& }( i- h* f. ^$ r; [! v1 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 L$ X* T/ @+ h# m0 J$ Y8 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ~- ^; |' B5 n! I! ^# A3 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . b# f3 a0 n/ M, V9 i
; W6 b% T0 ]! q! yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 `# A% d ?; \ T5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ~2 I& Q) E0 {# ^( uHow you tried to set them free, 4 \% v6 V* [6 e# L! M6 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" m# E8 }9 s. P1 yPerhaps they never will. |
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