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: A# A& d' c+ _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 J& _' L) `8 v$ `7 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; q" g3 f h. i, [+ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& n/ J3 z w- {$ I" Q8 R6 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 D% b4 s2 J$ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; I4 B W+ B. m
How you suffered for you sanity, ! O9 c6 x7 G& q) \
How you tried to set them free,
$ [: Z$ U& }" C) ?: aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Z" ?/ R5 s8 [+ c* I6 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- U5 i- K+ [$ }3 ?2 `3 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( D- l; ^# x+ ?0 @9 b5 F3 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 `- p8 i5 j! [! b( X NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. U/ O+ N2 D5 s2 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: r& T* S q( X/ e: R( K1 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 h+ C8 v; z/ ?, R+ W; X4 H2 w0 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / A- Z8 u$ @8 z5 j z1 v( E
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) q" K' O+ p) a1 _# e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; q: s# s, ~+ i* Q2 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " A( A& t' y# m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 k0 V8 M& d+ R. I- f/ \# f+ k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . N0 A9 k8 g: k7 A! I$ k
" {) y8 v4 ]* T; w' L: v2 L. W' cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- C0 x# l; ?2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,! a. T' P. ]1 ~9 e& `: R: G" c
How you tried to set them free, ) B( M* E% d2 L- `" H0 x g2 y6 h3 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, " J/ ]) ]" v3 f! K2 \! S9 p: _9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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