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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ M `: v" p1 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( l! R3 u% s7 y4 Y/ e6 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* S$ n& {, R/ S4 v: z9 }! u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 o0 f5 f: T# TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 S1 t. d, J5 ^& H' I1 k! hHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 L. z) Y! \2 h, C
How you tried to set them free,
0 `% T z( K+ e/ W0 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * m/ q# I3 [4 ?2 i1 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 d) T, {" b' x( \8 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 g& Q. n* `0 O! E6 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 B- [. L4 s S# WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 t! S2 F- r& }/ A Y; o0 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Z# P l: {9 Q+ \5 I! x4 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 x) ^- E% i' vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Z! N% t! ?: j1 i% ]7 ?4 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, / F2 i: {' S8 e; _/ U' [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Z5 x7 s; w/ s) ~. s
% v7 o# g/ c9 u5 T& yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ o( X' l: \7 s" k) {6 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; O4 S, P2 [% y2 J0 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Z- M9 D! _+ C3 Z8 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + u, N9 A& G3 E$ W" z
How you suffered for you sanity,7 e2 G, M* s" s$ C7 q1 ?+ K3 Y1 p
How you tried to set them free,
1 g* u2 Q2 @8 B U2 @2 C# Z$ H5 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 n1 I7 u) ~0 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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