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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 D4 c3 z2 E* H2 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 L$ D' s+ l: Q8 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 `+ i% ~! Z# \$ W8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( t8 n5 h* n/ {/ _& G/ a4 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 q1 ^2 U3 s2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 d: J( u4 v3 u5 d+ dHow you tried to set them free, + {- j. z% q5 O |# B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + W+ w# O' U q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 l9 K' }. I% s9 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! R! a8 p$ V5 l d# n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : u) `- x* }# r- |4 e; |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ C+ H( R7 r, l% j* w( |$ r: L6 I
- i$ M( I& C2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 }5 b3 }3 B2 Q2 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ `5 C8 I7 p8 w! P3 @6 D2 P/ o/ f" ^" {7 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 F; ^1 v6 ^; @ L2 r; g0 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, + h3 Y. G2 ~ t1 H# P1 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; [* s% `! y7 F+ X5 N$ C
6 F; I' @# e1 L. S0 N. n6 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) `& m0 r+ j/ A3 g2 e- Z* JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ x5 r7 ^7 G4 M, f$ ?" sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! p @6 L: i/ m! ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& F1 s0 A/ `! j: C5 {( ?1 A J3 y0 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + c d3 h7 W7 ?5 Y9 }) O2 X% _3 a
How you suffered for you sanity,) ~+ W5 B) ~ |& U: F
How you tried to set them free,
9 @, b. a2 Q1 A3 S8 Y$ Q, E/ y3 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 M0 w6 f3 O5 s5 `+ J# j0 t) ]Perhaps they never will. |
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