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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 B) R) O6 y, N6 f/ K, s) k- d: _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( H* m4 A0 z; U; L: `2 [+ w+ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 M/ w& e5 F; E5 \& i0 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 y4 E6 B( [1 @# k: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% I$ O8 _) F$ I; K, c# z
How you suffered for you sanity, ! B5 m9 c) E% k5 E
How you tried to set them free,
% Q7 E0 A6 ?2 O; e7 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( x4 r- v0 C- ]$ ?$ R1 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. V! s8 g- u5 O+ hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : e6 l; a1 t: ^7 \6 ~% t- f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ~+ d' }* C4 E- hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 Q# G: i4 q8 ~ Q2 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * i* v& q" a/ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! g, K; @5 w( `( M+ b8 w2 ^4 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ w8 O4 ~' j- H/ t7 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' V9 R3 q5 J, I: G: b; G& \1 `6 x# S4 w
; ~* F2 G4 g" _: j. lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . d8 L+ G1 q& Z' p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 f2 c/ b3 }( F- k; { [5 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 J7 ]( Y4 l1 z& D8 M+ oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' P8 G4 y) b% X3 B; Q. `' kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* m+ ^2 N5 s1 K! ]4 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^1 \9 d2 }% P) lHow you tried to set them free, + t. |* m0 q/ i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K2 v5 g: ~) L: m
Perhaps they never will. |
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