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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # R6 w: S: \+ C: M8 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" t9 g# L8 \5 Z3 Y* H4 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 z3 G6 c* o# l, u( n3 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 H( ^& P1 j# @0 O3 G7 b5 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* R% k. F. \% t9 ~# h6 r& y
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 C( R3 Z1 `7 i8 Z
How you tried to set them free, 3 {/ `& x( B, C7 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - a5 V9 y3 [6 _, b, u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & r' ^& l2 g8 w1 K' J3 `% W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. h w6 A3 I, e1 L6 q: {( |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! B1 ^9 ~5 J! N- u! _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' @$ l0 `/ |+ w6 U0 N' ^( AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ x+ j1 B6 x' G8 q8 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- p- y" X8 j( F- M+ v: `( |6 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ w, Z" o3 ?* x* h' C kBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ X' c; q. E7 {! g5 u6 ~5 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + S8 v& b' F% t5 {/ n! a( i: e
m( P5 o4 ~, S! m4 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ]# e7 |5 Z2 H* X6 U1 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 N( m* I9 p% F! i4 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / b0 p Q1 X) N. o [7 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ Z1 q- q6 e' E$ W# RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 b5 c+ p2 y- @0 M" T* O+ ^8 [. mHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 }5 d. k* ^# x U1 G- o- \How you tried to set them free, 2 s" a! v8 N4 h5 z6 j9 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ]$ H+ g2 `& K3 G7 \% Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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