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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 x& U5 u; d0 l% O* ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Q: A; ]) f' P2 S+ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ x0 V ?) n% q8 g+ GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* l X" z' m( J% \! w GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 `- N* F, X, f
How you suffered for you sanity, : t% j7 T/ _$ I# {# l! Z# P
How you tried to set them free, 9 n8 ~5 f C* _+ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( U. P9 F) C; r' d- m. WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, \+ S% {( @( z8 O7 ^4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- @7 S8 X7 C5 A' A9 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n e t+ d0 ~4 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / N* a0 M" k) P0 Y( h/ o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- @! O8 I" F/ U$ a' `" ?0 ?( L1 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 H" E; N' P( f) D! c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 l5 K: f# D3 m9 t! L# CBut I could have told you, Vincent, - S; D% B# [5 D. d. ]+ I+ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & G" h" F1 |# r9 ?/ h1 k
5 T" x2 L& e F. j2 R# W W- ~5 i1 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Y1 q2 D+ c O( l& e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 `2 x1 F4 h v" B6 A5 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Z. M- R8 `9 h/ B5 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 x" M c# Q% s7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , A( N+ m: n5 q* l' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,, Y. U- j* N( ^
How you tried to set them free, 8 j+ T% `7 `- I$ k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 `0 k( Z; ^& q# h9 }2 pPerhaps they never will. |
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