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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 c1 ]2 u0 p y% k' S- A7 B, c" RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 g; F+ ^8 h/ f! ^ l) nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Y* H- n4 v0 e5 D0 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ~/ V: r5 V$ f# N- M: V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: R" h7 ^$ F4 L5 Y/ B! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
( y) a" n! S( `) RHow you tried to set them free,
- }1 B% W6 W1 s. x! Y' {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
n1 z/ T! R* |" |' z; e* M. Y) rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% Y- P4 W; E' j: e9 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( A, g5 Q- H3 P' x& i' F0 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, f8 S2 {) Z8 m0 C- v; H; }# p
Weathered 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, 1 G$ y* H% j6 A& B/ I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 x! i! n" {% e) B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& C, `6 w: j7 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ R; ^" Z6 y1 U, e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + M# h; J2 I4 Q: W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; C0 y2 k- x* i: I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% c& J% B2 f: | g; ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ \( }- M$ i. W) h: \$ D) k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 M: k: U' _7 @- j
6 ]) p0 ~, T' w5 M% W3 U, |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ~: j% t! s% h( U/ ]How you suffered for you sanity,# k: @7 ^5 U6 ^' e f
How you tried to set them free,
7 H4 S6 s- j0 v" ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 y. s9 J6 b4 f5 q9 l- Y' \( s. mPerhaps they never will. |
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