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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 o1 M$ _$ ]& {6 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- v1 J) `, k8 @. A5 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 X5 E( C( \8 _9 O, HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 F: b1 P# k o' @ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 y! y# J' c/ n. n) y
How you suffered for you sanity, # e/ B3 f t& g: E6 Q
How you tried to set them free,
( p3 I6 |. B+ o# _& u; YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 \" v$ P- O' f2 E2 K8 _* P# @$ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, j1 T' a( s0 H2 |2 R7 w# \% m9 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 u& ~% w1 |$ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 f5 L( a3 R A1 MWeathered 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, - s8 O, T0 g, x! |& e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Q2 B/ M5 u3 n7 l5 _$ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 B5 R. L8 k; C4 f7 N* M' K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; h- a3 I3 n% K" N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 J: j2 M) c1 Y# {) G: b. R& L
+ Z! x* c8 b7 ], q- LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 f& i2 N. `2 a6 s% b) DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Y! _, Q& a& H, T1 r6 e# B# T `- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 A# Y. k# d1 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 D3 w; @ y: U! d* gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # v+ E; I1 m$ n& p4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 N/ g( K3 f+ l: MHow you tried to set them free, * W" F! N9 t2 w8 V' }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% B" D$ \' T* P. {/ }/ n% j: zPerhaps they never will. |
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