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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( R Y/ T5 r3 ~( N, X0 z! _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , s% D4 T' h2 A7 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 b' r9 I& {$ [5 A0 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ R( U+ ], O8 d9 R3 z$ F1 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ [! i$ T4 E3 g* g4 MHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 W4 f: B# s6 n1 c. s8 z3 e
How you tried to set them free, 8 a7 _; M( p; A- Z4 }; g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- B/ y R$ R& c! r: AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ~7 e( x# z+ m4 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 O1 p. U# l0 g+ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 D- Z. F$ R5 U Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; V7 K3 g+ b" l# x+ mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " F. D, o& F: b2 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # }" b0 P6 u2 Z7 Z: K T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 M# s/ Z( I5 S% u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! Q! M- }3 _; Z$ t' VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 K4 v$ \7 x0 S) K1 W
1 N; y ]2 B6 o6 j% G$ {$ e( G9 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 o) \- w. U% T! e6 D2 C# j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 x# H, y3 C. w+ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 x+ ^) Z+ T' ] s _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. m( C% s; w* x$ p/ O7 m o1 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 a0 K" t+ K3 H. c
How you suffered for you sanity,
! C6 H& L c7 x" H+ I5 JHow you tried to set them free, * E, i& z8 W0 X8 ~( G) N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! X1 C; V! w1 a: _% {- O" aPerhaps they never will. |
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