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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; C4 G* e: d& J' y6 i2 z5 f: y4 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 z, K5 Q0 M+ r) a5 {* n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 |, H( ]3 F8 F& Y5 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I. \3 b! u7 G, g. ?, qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {! x" d/ J1 h+ t$ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
7 y% _ G& O: rHow you tried to set them free, 0 N' e0 J% {& c. C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( K4 C) l1 L* ^& c6 ~- L' u( QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ]; S: B+ M9 b1 _/ _9 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& e9 t/ H+ D3 C4 [! B: w& U/ ~" DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , e3 D: \8 D! [ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, t4 r2 @+ a2 c/ MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ `3 c- w+ f+ f9 Z# T5 b8 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& Y; F; c( |8 w" y5 l# R; Z! y' EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 C: O9 }+ R+ {! e
But I could have told you, Vincent, + r; X) Z9 d7 x* L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 c0 F. C# r/ T, l. I& f4 c
7 u4 @6 R1 q4 q% v0 O+ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ R j8 Z" c4 x4 G1 G8 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G; B8 C, C/ q' X$ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , n3 p" C U/ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I! Q4 D6 U: C, f# O$ ~4 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 h. j/ \1 |# _& n/ q7 {6 |How you suffered for you sanity,' l/ i7 y3 L1 O. K; e7 y: E' V9 o" ?
How you tried to set them free,
) {% m1 e: O) `9 h+ GThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ ?/ @, ~; z- } Z' ]2 m! H
Perhaps they never will. |
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