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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + F. B- S* p: c, y* [' ^' U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) r$ i! \/ J+ t' k% I7 z- hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. M2 {/ C: Y9 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 r1 p' ?& d; |) r) Q: RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ p# K5 H( c/ u6 |+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 v" ^+ h" X$ U4 ` H6 J# CHow you tried to set them free, # \8 N5 p* h: x4 j. b- X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & l- z8 }2 u5 B7 l. W- n; e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, o' k5 p5 h, v# o- V" n( KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 T6 R9 T6 Y) j. O5 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ b8 o- e" I* [, D/ C- I) D0 zWeathered 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,
3 \$ A6 _( @; \2 T. E/ L! i+ K2 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / _8 |/ x+ u: ^/ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 X! z s2 x4 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, , D% v; D1 ?6 h: L8 n/ u2 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 ]* {1 [- ^6 V
( y2 J" g8 |) a' hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( R- ]0 \# G7 e9 K4 n5 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ b/ `! ^( p, n1 Z, gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ] {& `8 X \. L0 g8 J( c
The 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,
9 V; n* c$ o# i+ ?# J) d `How you suffered for you sanity,+ i( B1 e1 V) Y' D4 i
How you tried to set them free, & b+ q- D& d: X* b/ o n9 Z+ H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# _+ ], m9 L0 d0 jPerhaps they never will. |
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