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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 J# x- x0 [! h |) Z5 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ S2 x4 X- Z* r" P) f+ @/ U tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) t9 h) e' z: U. _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) t( d( N. J8 J$ J& B8 ~- ~7 h' l" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ y L+ l! M( S( D2 ?& J; |How you suffered for you sanity,
# G" ?/ m& J) c( d/ E/ aHow you tried to set them free,
4 {' s2 X0 F- l# a8 u! zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % u: e0 f0 `4 d+ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! J# l; W5 V. C' n W) Q$ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u2 `) c+ j2 O- kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! {( t3 X9 P8 Y# MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& D. \' E% L7 g# }) w/ B3 _& FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 g1 o% e) }& H* j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 C4 `' s/ `2 q) i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Q% ?. Q7 a0 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T7 Y) o: A) J6 V, D8 h; nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) J4 i& H/ k2 c/ F5 f/ e: [8 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) P/ J( g! { G9 W& c. |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 a/ i, z) p" W* |6 d6 ^3 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
{8 B" E/ A# EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% I Z; t: B; I ~# e$ q, G' U' rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 K- T$ w+ w. k. P" vHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ R: Y2 o: m2 j" w: E0 JHow you tried to set them free, / c7 u" ^9 T" t9 {8 ]- P
They would not listen they're not listening still, / o5 x E8 D) }: D
Perhaps they never will. |
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