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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / P/ V( |( y( }9 l0 p& q$ d' a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 J7 |2 }) x4 z: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; E- r( _% q) o' z. D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, h" F2 ^; r" Y9 c' y: tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( f: L1 V: c# ?; A: K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 C7 W: Z6 D! }6 z' OHow you tried to set them free, , K8 W, D: u: H) _9 m# }$ t, s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 o0 n( ]9 |" n- {/ a5 ^& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 D; p! W2 z4 c" i2 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 }2 n. f" e% _% R, A% A, @- |! I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ^/ Q6 f s- UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( N# O7 R* `* m, V
0 o" ~6 \; `& r4 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! T# K6 ^' O) `. O; Y4 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 P1 _! _ v, z4 |! L; C$ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , L, c/ _2 t. R& K0 W0 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 L& x! }8 j/ O0 z; |# _# i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ y2 F% \9 [% I8 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# v9 u5 a4 M) j5 o4 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 S! X% ^7 h }) n+ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 O4 Z5 P! L% K: @8 D8 I8 ?# A3 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 L/ R9 Q8 f2 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- y8 C9 o' m. q/ L! OHow you suffered for you sanity,
# A1 t c$ i, |2 g# L4 }2 g7 `: ?How you tried to set them free,
2 m' l; ~$ a7 c5 B4 {1 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, % p) K' H1 N( y/ h% r2 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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