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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" q j' ]! ^6 C/ e5 m, F7 `8 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % o0 h( R$ d8 r2 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ @+ Z$ Z% F0 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. D U- X) R/ ~9 {. `9 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: h, @. E8 x* r* B( E
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ l, W2 ?: ?9 P7 p) K+ lHow you tried to set them free, 5 g5 j" X+ L6 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' \7 P5 ~, }9 {$ a8 k8 M, t6 n: E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* \$ }, b) J$ ]5 L( W; e7 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ y! q& g4 a2 ?9 J4 @; fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : B8 j9 G4 B. a1 P* z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ?( K1 Q7 u0 a0 o7 X- ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, T; c9 r; L/ ~( ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , s2 Q2 r/ h$ p7 ^. a3 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + _8 R; n; `$ O: K; {1 l w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Y0 w- |$ Q: l% b! PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W [. ^4 h5 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" t, R, d8 W0 n$ }+ F& D; [0 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 x# ?2 c6 Q, u3 _8 X6 X3 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + s! i u9 {" ]9 X
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,
5 W/ Z1 M3 a4 B; W9 v4 FHow you suffered for you sanity,1 G, N. x* j9 X- u8 n
How you tried to set them free, # }: C& i( p5 l" ]+ e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 @' D' V: U9 D3 n! {
Perhaps they never will. |
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