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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 F7 ^. m t$ O8 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Y7 J: i; L' X2 S; l0 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Z9 r. O" }8 ?6 B6 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ W* V3 z1 x- C7 k4 l5 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 B/ O% r/ `. W. O; |/ B
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 x. F0 P* S+ B( \
How you tried to set them free,
; S" h) h) Q! q/ l7 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! S$ u" e# T5 [0 b. p' V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% R, f8 x0 O! iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 \8 W5 N( ~, N* N- sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 P: F; a3 E% |8 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . i& H# O5 i- D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, U& u5 _. O7 }) j( B+ s4 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J1 u" o. }5 @9 @1 B3 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Z8 C. k( \- V9 F( [! nBut I could have told you, Vincent, % b, a& b( R( l) o8 Z+ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " s. R# g+ q8 B( g+ `8 b+ I
- ? \3 R# l" B8 N: w$ L9 C# c- nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ Q6 O3 Z" U- N% AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' T( a/ a7 l# O- D) v6 t1 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" z- Z% X8 h( f4 a1 n2 j0 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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m& k0 B2 M( n9 ^$ r4 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 x3 i4 g1 `- q2 D7 M6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ z8 ? j" w7 o% C& Q9 r; h: NHow you tried to set them free, 7 K5 m+ y* t* M" R3 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, + ?2 U4 [9 y8 ]8 E; o. C6 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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