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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # x) c% m* I6 ^( G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' U4 S8 m2 w1 z+ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H+ c+ M' A% F: i; d7 F, h4 k4 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ G4 w! e- T8 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% e8 {0 e! k5 R6 Y4 ~8 U! Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ! E4 z; M; K- X: I
How you tried to set them free,
& A. [4 I( @+ D9 d+ s3 B% k" tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 V5 j' b" k% w7 d: gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 A4 d& P0 ]" c9 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, c7 d& ~1 H$ Y- mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + o9 ?8 s! N4 {3 `6 N9 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : n2 g0 _, R6 W( @- j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) l: F5 s8 a: s, D$ w+ k7 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + x# x5 v& R5 B0 J5 t& O, ]5 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, & w! F% {) N! n: r4 A2 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ]4 Z' `( ~3 S5 J# A5 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 q- Y C3 {2 h+ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : b$ W* ^8 N. r! r% w0 A0 K5 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 t$ N5 k# x3 ^- U/ I# x% c
4 W8 Y2 @, @, F( t% j: RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 |$ X( \; v$ A" e% d2 _
How you suffered for you sanity,9 f+ r0 j2 V4 f# `8 u9 K; t- @8 k
How you tried to set them free, ) [/ V7 g5 G3 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ j( J+ o V, E( [; E7 W- u) t+ MPerhaps they never will. |
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