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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 o: G# \/ }5 `. J7 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 x; I$ w4 J$ W7 k# TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, {2 }6 T, H+ B$ b1 G, |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" {6 D7 Z3 @- d# `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 C0 A R5 M- L$ \0 ~4 \5 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 n! J$ R$ Q8 pHow you tried to set them free,
; d$ [5 @- L; ^: L* s5 L# aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Y) G3 q1 I5 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ^, U9 Q2 n; s* F( q# p! }( [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 }5 N! P. |5 a: Z8 s5 Y) t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / l/ `' j! J9 v( f- K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ^# k1 ?0 B, x; U! {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! U7 L& C4 @) N# H, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. H2 n" h4 m6 ~; |% O. K8 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % E* h4 o! g" d4 m- }& s9 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, & B% f9 o0 V' d# }) m3 Q$ T6 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& p) }, N: D+ o5 D% n- bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + v. l& O: D+ a1 N! v: X0 m4 i4 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' s, [( c! \0 G6 J9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 v4 ~- ]7 k. i3 g5 K/ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % g8 z. w# I* Z) H4 [: f5 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
, L% U4 S% K/ @4 U7 F& y# a: qHow you tried to set them free, 7 N" `& ^- |, B: @& V+ w! ~* n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: e/ O1 m3 I9 ~% j3 @1 uPerhaps they never will. |
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