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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ^! ^/ m3 M3 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 T8 V2 h5 T$ Y9 C) m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j; u/ h1 e! }1 }( ~& [# N0 o9 [* p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 o4 l" d: I2 }- ^( ?8 x- E( |- \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* j3 l$ L f7 n, r" i$ i
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 k' _' [, i' x, [8 J) y
How you tried to set them free, - F* R9 U) c4 ]' C& D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # g) W" \, u- B! w) d0 W# V4 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 `, M F8 G! N& H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- @ H4 A9 g/ C8 t- FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 [5 ^ S, o7 v. G1 n6 _: BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ z* z; x- m" g) YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 [3 f/ M7 j S& a! E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 G" h5 h9 b3 o5 v0 u5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . g) T; w1 b8 w% I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y+ K. v ^7 s9 E! A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ m# J- e7 h; v) C/ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ U1 U- J9 f8 ~/ K& ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 p# K7 `. K+ l3 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 K/ I% U) m# z4 x/ a7 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ^# C( n! c: Q1 P7 a2 e8 s/ x) O
How you suffered for you sanity,! n _. W# I7 w [3 j) o
How you tried to set them free, 3 D* X4 P9 Q( W
They would not listen they're not listening still, v4 [( A7 ?+ i; E: T
Perhaps they never will. |
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