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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % S! s4 H. s- [, P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ^* Z l5 [/ p5 r9 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! z9 i% O/ `: {- e" H c+ O6 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A3 [, ^% o* F) W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! h3 b+ p$ D' m4 @
How you suffered for you sanity, . |+ ^9 X! Q. g
How you tried to set them free, 4 s! r' C5 a& W9 S( b: t/ R, [8 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 L0 F& A$ {2 `$ @9 Q0 e2 T7 o$ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; @( z% B6 F) N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
P' v" `* W4 I# b- o! MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- @) e2 U) J% V8 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + ?: \) \! y2 o
$ Y) n$ {, l' S% K- jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ n3 k! T9 l' A5 Z1 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , I/ p7 i! i+ N, F; l5 v, `: Y% C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. `' `, x, b7 q8 G+ H$ q$ x3 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) b, {3 Y4 ^- A" D2 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# E. l; h Y1 R8 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . y7 m% ~ Q+ V" d( L( s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 y* _( h6 t i, _3 ` _+ z& VThe 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, 6 T% \: ?/ K+ f5 a5 ?" K+ v
How you suffered for you sanity,# @; S9 O+ r; e) d
How you tried to set them free,
" f: _8 w6 a0 d) I. k6 g% a ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 f' Y! B% H1 M oPerhaps they never will. |
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