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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & j! s7 Y. i1 ~6 S7 \5 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + |. y. K! G. I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 w! r' g: `% w- N) b5 `- N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ ^& @) m `& M- p0 J, ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me, g& b% w; c$ I
How you suffered for you sanity, . ^$ C/ {1 }6 A4 y1 d" v
How you tried to set them free, 2 P6 W" K N) u7 R% G" y# P5 t6 s% n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 y% [) Q- _, f' W& w& DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 T4 i% U/ f8 b# v& D, B) B+ S0 a1 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?. c9 C; Y% E" D( Q! ~; q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 [2 h$ o, [7 E8 c( A9 P3 C5 I& B1 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - p r6 H: C; N' [0 Y2 D( E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 U3 c6 \! f4 ~$ |- I0 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 d; G0 `) I" c6 p+ m3 V2 k2 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [" C, K3 x7 J/ D9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ l3 E; x' V6 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + n0 u- e5 N, U9 l$ `) r) c1 n/ w2 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! X' e: G* {' h1 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' z8 A8 {+ i0 X; S' q$ F% x, l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 o& b0 l7 ~; y$ D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 O* N/ G) o5 @: \0 w5 ~$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 |& N4 N H1 ?* r; j7 hHow you tried to set them free,
) G( ]# A3 {% f1 J3 r& kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m+ f" X |2 J/ E! y( h; ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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