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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + [4 s4 R7 g- N3 E' i2 \, c$ w+ F& q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) u! m1 q1 G d4 r- J- lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! j. }4 Y8 S# Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) H! \4 W4 f2 E, q1 n! H1 p! wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% A7 v4 ^ P7 F7 B
How you suffered for you sanity, % J0 L) C4 \: U
How you tried to set them free,
3 _1 {+ s$ i5 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 W, w/ @! E7 S: uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* b8 x; D# T0 i' l/ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , P$ @: m' w |3 Y' m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ Z' N/ t( G0 B1 l; K& s- {' WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . e3 |! }0 V- V! P: ^- m
) u1 M9 J1 ~0 {- TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 [& t8 N$ @& e; W9 q1 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 [6 V D& b4 r9 Q/ Y% j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; F/ ~$ J' D$ v3 J& ~& Z# M: rBut I could have told you, Vincent, + l8 h3 T6 q; d' Y' d( x# c! ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 D* p Q5 I) KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" _- u8 R: y% d0 A% I2 }; jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 j) E& j, w( @# X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- [5 N/ k9 u" F8 S0 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # V2 p& Y" r4 ~2 a* J5 {( {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- P6 I) V4 [$ H! C# uHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 X0 k5 s+ Z' v; E+ [8 f- ~* iHow you tried to set them free,
/ b' y9 p& B! d7 }" Z9 V E- \, ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ( a; N3 X' X) @6 a- ^4 S- k) |
Perhaps they never will. |
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