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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # |1 T9 M/ {5 h. @3 Z8 a, t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& y$ x& Q+ x: K8 A bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. B2 z3 J6 B! G3 r# |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) }9 L G2 J' z: h, f5 b8 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ B: A8 ^* m! [: X; ` q: m9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
: t5 J5 Y; j" N' lHow you tried to set them free,
1 c4 I9 g R: \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : q- z! D$ b9 _2 \+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 e7 k& x7 @- H3 r7 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) i; w1 V: V- u9 m2 d8 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, m g: I- S9 h+ |. Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; @, {0 ?; ~1 K$ U- i- a, r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- J* t- }. X5 x5 t& B% A) E) U. rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! \/ e! |: f/ ~& \5 }' T% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 X( ]1 E/ M8 {: \8 C' DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% t2 m8 H* [1 c7 V/ q8 g, F/ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 d' L* _0 p p W) F
. w5 d/ \" i0 P6 P& Z8 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, O" A! I, }- K, n# y& f) e, [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 [2 d1 y' R) M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x0 }+ n- `2 g! E" H$ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! M3 A9 @# x# |" Q- h" m5 `% mHow you suffered for you sanity,. |" R p6 M+ h! R9 g, V
How you tried to set them free, * e- B x: d j7 Z; ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! K8 x6 \( s1 }2 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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