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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
b/ g: {* Y/ g: x& I" GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Y( P; D7 k: s" A2 P$ q# I5 \, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C& l% ^" E/ e# DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ?; B2 F% V" U( \& n# QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 S" W; M }- m) q- d, ~/ N- C3 @How you suffered for you sanity, ! p; r$ r- P, t. ~/ E, D) s) v
How you tried to set them free, 8 @# ~: A: h7 _$ l G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) S* r$ s4 { G& O" C7 A, n* ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ E% c% @8 H: d8 w% o& \5 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : N1 _* {! K. X, o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 O. ?2 ] J% A+ O, rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , `5 O( Z4 A' i4 z5 ?! [4 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 P* Y/ J0 o; [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" `. {. \* t2 k, Y) jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
T8 E2 E/ j( X/ G, HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: G. _* Q% `8 I- b) t# bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 I) N/ x! R N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) @4 |% Q% T9 ~0 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 L& b+ y. f. l. V5 c9 Q; O( p" }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 B+ R) p3 ?( ]/ }! K* C! `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 @% q+ w+ L* {& a/ Z9 C8 `/ D
4 t" M5 K1 ~& Z# {7 a5 j6 H% LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ U7 o. {* A4 {) y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- i, m5 s: @ C A* PHow you tried to set them free,
2 D0 g- J* P2 ]4 P/ eThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; l7 Z- W8 G) i4 F8 o/ v1 u$ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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