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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 T+ v" S( W8 G; L' eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ~6 y8 o( }* e$ [+ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% o7 P% O% B! c+ Z6 j$ Q) R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~4 ~2 _# P- U2 {9 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Z7 W, o2 R- U" O. V6 v3 H7 xHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 M/ D: I, F7 s4 X/ G3 h+ [ ^7 h
How you tried to set them free, 4 C1 l9 l1 c+ i& m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 C0 O, f" A5 b$ s4 R5 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A8 H3 h5 Y; L: ~& A: d! a$ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ~; x( Q; J9 [& h! f8 {/ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 e/ \! Y' Z4 B( E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ K1 @. u2 d/ a# F, I W3 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& ~ _. a( O/ k! J3 B5 C+ QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 W5 K$ w- O! e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & D6 p' }3 L: p+ q/ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 S8 {/ ]9 a1 T: ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " U7 b% N* M" x# S! Q
( H0 e4 \5 O `7 J' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( B/ [1 E! F7 g/ Y; DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 W K" d) j ~4 w$ F% rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 V/ i. a0 ?1 c! h" c* h/ a3 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- F. D& I; Z8 P1 {* i0 U/ |5 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 c4 ]1 m7 ^3 V1 A+ v f$ k! I
How you suffered for you sanity,
- v; q) i7 l$ v8 N( tHow you tried to set them free, 0 v! _" ~1 C8 q: `
They would not listen they're not listening still, . w e1 [% g8 D! p" I, I" ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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