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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / R- {4 d8 [% M( s- l0 d/ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) U/ Z- c0 ?/ _1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( v1 j6 c. I) j! O: \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Y; W e! P* s* [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ e1 |) A. `5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 U& v! p# {3 U$ ~% _/ |9 N$ U5 hHow you tried to set them free,
1 x) n" }- F+ M9 n/ X1 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% c( T, T( Z; [1 V, Z5 n0 v0 G3 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : [9 S b9 A5 y& M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 _: }& w0 G2 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 j6 l# g0 W$ K) l: T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , i$ B+ q$ w/ o7 E; M9 n- r1 D
R& H/ U+ Y9 S3 W9 M( R2 i D- AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ {- B7 N1 F7 v# F/ e8 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `, p2 ?# b: M+ c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) M- G* C: t) X% cBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! c0 D. X- z) k" g" I+ F% j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 J: `* \1 @6 a3 o# x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- L) v* H' ~6 ?5 B2 ? \: ?, f8 H7 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ l0 [# c" t% t+ o! A( XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
u/ s# x n$ J- hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 ?( ~! M6 Z9 E( p8 ^& |# E
8 h" q8 @& O: r( NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. J% b! P# D6 l0 j& SHow you suffered for you sanity,; O' Y& y1 a3 A
How you tried to set them free,
6 r" Z9 d3 _2 j2 v: `8 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( t, G5 t/ W# j" p7 XPerhaps they never will. |
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